Empty
The tomb is empty.
So they say.
So the story tells us.
Year after year.
Jesus lived, died, and was buried.
Placed in a tomb on that Friday that became known as Good.
Laid in linen cloths and left for dead.
The tomb is empty.
But we’re not there yet.
Today, Holy Saturday, we wait.
The tomb is still full.
Jesus’ body laid there.
Beaten and bruised.
Scarred and nailed.
His body a reminder of the brutality of death.
The tomb a reminder that death will come.
The tomb is empty.
But we’re not there yet.
Today we sit with our grief.
The loss.
The pain.
The broken promises.
The lack of forgiveness.
The failure to act.
Today we sit with ourselves.
Today we wonder if life can be different.
The tomb is empty.
But we’re not there yet.