Holy Saturday – April 7
Psalm 88; Lamentations 3:37-58; Hebrews 4:1-16; John 19:38-42
John 19:38-42
After these things, Joseph of Arimathea, who was a disciple of Jesus, though a secret one because of his fear of the Jews, asked Pilate to let him take away the body of Jesus. Pilate gave him permission; so he came and removed his body. Nicodemus, who had at first come to Jesus by night, also came, bringing a mixture of myrrh and aloes, weighing about a hundred pounds. They took the body of Jesus and wrapped it with the spices in linen cloths, according to the burial custom of the Jews. Now there was a garden in the place where he was crucified, and in the garden there was a new tomb in which no one had ever been laid. And so, because it was the Jewish day of Preparation, and the tomb was nearby, they laid Jesus there.
I’m curious about the mixture of myrrh and aloes that these two followers of Jesus bring along with them to dress the body of Jesus. It makes me wonder what the healing mixture was used for. Jewish burial customs did not permit their use for embalming so they must have served another purpose not known by the Gospel writer. To help me figure this out I ponder lines from the traditional Christmas Carol, We three Kings of Orient Are:
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume,
Breathes a life of gathering gloom,
Sorrowing, signing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.
Maybe Joseph and his friend Nicodemus were hoping that Jesus wasn’t dead when they applied this ancient antiseptic balm. In my mind, they were convinced they could revive their Lord by tending to his wounds. Love might be enough, if applied correctly and with enough faith. Such tender hope is evocative of the manger scene, where myrrh is burned as incense as a new mother tends to her child. The aroma of healing herbs surrounds Jesus at his birth and again at the time of his death – in both instances, his body is held in healing embrace. Sometimes I wonder at the kindnesses that surrounded me at my own birth and I hope that the same might be true of my dying moment. I take comfort from the inference that it isn’t just Jesus who is resurrected. It is everything he represents, everything he came for, everything his friends saw in him, and everyone that his life touches.
Gareth E.