Silent Saturday

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.
—John 19:38-42

God is dead. He left us to pray and they found him in the garden and God is dead. They dragged him before the High Priests and then they took him to Pilate and God is dead. They didn’t care about how many people he had helped or about the lives he had changed. They didn’t care about our lives. They didn’t care about the good things he had devoted his life to and God is dead. He was too revolutionary. He was too popular with too many people so they beat him in front of Pontius and beat him at Golgotha and God is dead.

God is dead and we watched them kill him. We watched them strip him. We watched them crown and robe him in violent irony. We watched and they took everything from him and he bled and he cried. We watched and he wore the crown he knew all along he was meant to wear. We screamed and he screamed and they did their duty and now God is dead.

God is dead and only a few of us cared. They left and we carried away the drained body of the man who was supposed to be God, the man who was supposed to change everything. God was supposed to be stronger than Caesar, stronger than anything. They cleaned themselves off and went home to their families and we wrapped him in linen and covered him in perfumes and tried to mask the stink of reality. We cried and gnashed our teeth and the sun went down and we sealed the tomb and God is dead.

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