It seems strange to be blogging about Easter on Good Friday
but then Easter is the only way this Friday can be called Good. Without
resurrection his was just another crucifixion and while Jesus might have
attracted a larger crowd it was business as usual for those who did the dirty
work of death. So even though the ground shook at his passing as the sun’s
light failed and his innocence was proclaimed in the end he was still dead. But
in the pregnant pause of the Sabbath while the women wept and the disciples hid
and the chief priests and scribes danced a jig the new thing was announced in
heaven and cursed in hell for as in Adam all die so in Christ now all are made
alive. And so in the pregnant pause of the Sabbath the songs of victory began
to be sung by angel choirs while Jesus mocks the one who had tried to tempt but
failed to seduce. Peter saw it coming. “I now understand God shows no partiality.”
The psalmist saw it coming. “I shall not die but live and declare the works of
the Lord” Paul saw it coming.” The last enemy to be destroyed is death.” The
women no longer weeping tell the disciples who stop hiding and the chief
priests and scribes have to pay the piper and dance to a different tune. It is
the idle tale that informs every tale that ever was or ever will be told. “He
is not. He is risen!”
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