It Didn't Feel Right

 

53 And he took it down and wrapped it in a linen cloth, and laid Him in a tomb cut into the rock, where no one had ever lain.  Luke 23:53

It’s Friday.  Not just any Friday, but Good Friday.  The day on which we acknowledge the crucifixion of our Lord.  Today, I had the privilege of attending a Good Friday Service at a local church.  It consisted of scripture reading depicting different parts of the crucifixion interspersed with prayers and a song intermixed tying them all together.  They finished with them laying him in the borrowed tomb.  As I left, I turned to my daughter who had accompanied me and said “They left him in the grave.  It doesn’t feel right.”    As I said that, I was stopped short.  All week as I have thought about the crucifixion, I have been thinking of those who loved Jesus and how they must have felt.   They had watched the soldiers taunt, spit on, beat and finally crucify Jesus.  They saw him take that final breath.  They knew it was over.  He was gone and with him their hopes.   It couldn’t have felt right to them either.   They had no way of knowing what Sunday would bring.  It’s easy for us on this side of the resurrection, to get excited.  We can look in the rearview.  We know that Sunday is coming.  We have that advantage.  All the disciples could see was a dead body in a borrowed tomb.  They had no way of knowing what we know now.  Sometimes in our own life we are faced with things that don’t feel right, dreams that are crushed.  We can remember that while it may feel hopeless now, we can be sure that the day will come when what does not feel right, will feel right. So we look forward with hope toward what we do not yet see or understand.