This all happened on Friday, the day of preparation, the day before the Sabbath. As evening approached, Joseph of Arimathea took a risk and went to Pilate and asked for Jesus’ body. (Joseph was an honored member of the high council, and he was waiting for the Kingdom of God to come.) Pilate couldn’t believe that Jesus was already dead, so he called for the Roman officer and asked if he had died yet. The officer confirmed that Jesus was dead, so Pilate told Joseph he could have the body. Joseph bought a long sheet of linen cloth. Then he took Jesus’ body down from the cross, wrapped it in the cloth, and laid it in a tomb that had been carved out of the rock. Then he rolled a stone in front of the entrance. Mary Magdalene and Mary the mother of Joseph saw where Jesus’ body was laid.
Watching, waiting. The women watched and noted where the body was put. Joseph is waiting for the kingdom of God. Watching and waiting. Otherwise there is silence. No more words spoken by Jesus, no more action. There is no more movement. It is as if a chapter or event has ended and now we put everything away. The body comes down, is wrapped, put away in a tomb and a stone rolled against the door. Did they think it is over? The curtain has torn as He said and He has died as He said. He told them he would rise in three days. They watch; they wait. Are they expecting?
Sometimes we face periods where there are no words and no actions from above. Do we watch and wait, or lose faith? Do we think it is over? Are we expecting?