Emptiness and Sorrow
The anger, despair and overwhelming sorrow of grief is a unversal human experience. I think it's beautifully portrayed in this detail of a mourning woman. It's from the painting 'Deposition' by the 15th century Flemish painter Rogier van der Weyden. The original oil on panel is in the Museo del Prado, Madrid.
I chose to post this today in an attempt to imaginatively enter the experience of a few women who saw Jesus die, then taken down from the cross and laid in a tomb.
Yesterday during the silence in a Good Friday service I found myself thinking about Jesus' mother at her son's crucifixion. It was almost unbearable for me, even just thinking about Mary's experience. What did she feel like the next day I wonder? How did she with Mary Magdalene, Joanna, Mary the mother of James and the other women get through that long sabbath?
Tomorrow, Easter Sunday, I expect to preach from Luke's account of the women with their spices going early to Jesus' tomb, finding no body there and hearing the message "why do you look for the living among the dead?..." (Luke 24: 5). I don't think I can preach resurrection authentically without first experiencing something of the emptiness felt by those women on that 2nd day.
The poet Elizabeth Rooney writes of that emptiness and sorrow in this poem:
I chose to post this today in an attempt to imaginatively enter the experience of a few women who saw Jesus die, then taken down from the cross and laid in a tomb.
Yesterday during the silence in a Good Friday service I found myself thinking about Jesus' mother at her son's crucifixion. It was almost unbearable for me, even just thinking about Mary's experience. What did she feel like the next day I wonder? How did she with Mary Magdalene, Joanna, Mary the mother of James and the other women get through that long sabbath?
Tomorrow, Easter Sunday, I expect to preach from Luke's account of the women with their spices going early to Jesus' tomb, finding no body there and hearing the message "why do you look for the living among the dead?..." (Luke 24: 5). I don't think I can preach resurrection authentically without first experiencing something of the emptiness felt by those women on that 2nd day.
The poet Elizabeth Rooney writes of that emptiness and sorrow in this poem:
EASTER SATURDAY
A curiously empty day,
As if the world's life
Had gone underground.
The April sun
Warming dry grass
Makes pale spring promises
But nothing comes to pass.
Anger
Relaxes into despair
As we remember our helplessness,
Remember him hanging there.
We have purchased the spices
But they must wait for tomorrow.
We shall keep today
For emptiness and sorrow.
this post really touched me, thanks
ReplyDeleteEmma, this post was intended to touch people's hearts, as it did mine. Thank you for commenting. Hope it was helpful.
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