“Now there was a good and righteous man named Joseph, who, though a member of the council, had not agreed to their plan and action. He came from the Jewish town of Arimathea, and he was waiting expectantly for the kingdom of God. This man went to Pilate and asked for the body of Jesus. Then he took it down, wrapped it in a linen cloth, and laid it in a rock-hewn tomb where no one had ever been laid. It was the day of Preparation, and the sabbath was dawning. The women who had come with him from Galilee followed, and they saw the tomb and how his body was laid. Then they returned, and prepared spices and ointments. On the sabbath they rested according to the commandment.” (Lk 23: 50-56)
How full, how immense, is the “rest” of that Holy and Great Saturday. So much has happened, and much more is yet to happen, as the Lord sleeps in the tomb.
But for Joseph of Arimathea and the women in this scene, it was all over. Joseph “was” waiting expectantly for the kingdom of God, but now…? What now? It is hard to imagine the utter, grief-stricken loss for words of these people, who buried the One Who had raised others from the dead. And yet they still do what needs to be done for Him, according to custom and commandment. They do the next right thing, because there is nothing more they can do.
Today let me do the next right thing, even when things don’t make sense; when God confuses me with unexpected loss, or His unexpected silences. Glory be to Him.