Something interesting about posting these a day early for my class. Especially this one. Something bittersweet about preparing for Good Friday worship, the day that Jesus died and yet posting for Holy Saturday, the day that the women wrapped his body in spices and linens for his burial. A poem from Story by Steven James that captures the sorrow of burial…before the Resurrection:
How do you care for a dead God?
How do you bury the Almighty’s corpse?
What spices will ever be enough to honor a fallen deity and to quiet the decay of eternity in his heart?
How do you care for the dead when the fallen one is the author of life?
No incantation seems strong enough anymore. #picturelent #spice