Jesus dies. His lifeless body is taken down from the cross. Painters and sculptors have strained their every nerve to portray the sorrow of Mary holding her lifeless son in her arms, as mothers today in Baghdad hold with the same anguish the bodies of their children. On Holy Saturday, or Easter Eve, God is dead, entering into the nothingness of human dying. The source of all being, the One who framed the vastness and the microscopic patterning of the Universe, the delicacy of petals and the scent of thyme, the musician’s melodies and the lover’s heart, is one with us in our mortality. In Jesus, God knows our dying from the inside.
–The Rt. Rev. Dr. Geoffrey Rowell
It's the Feast of Nicodemus today, the Pharisee and a member of the Sanhedrin who was responsible for the burial of Jesus with Joseph of Arimathea. The image (below) is The Entombment by Titian. pic.twitter.com/or08CKxFxI
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