Station Fourteen: Jesus is Placed in the Tomb
Matthew 27: 57-60
When it was evening, there came a rich man from Arimathea named Joseph, who was himself a disciple of Jesus. He went to Pilate and asked for the body of Jesus; then Pilate ordered it to be handed over. Taking the body, Joseph wrapped it [in] clean linen and laid it in his new tomb that he had hewn in the rock. Then he rolled a huge stone across the entrance to the tomb and departed.
Franck Launay-Fallasse | Theology Department Chair, Our Lady of Mercy Catholic High School, Fayetteville
Many times have we poured tears on our thin sheet of rusted hope and it looked like toxic blood running down our asphyxiated hearts.
Many times has a stone of dereliction been rolled at the entrance of the gate to justice and to peace and it looked like windowless darkness and crusted blood on the black skin of our bleeding souls.
Many more times has our God been laid down in the tomb of our desperate hearts in a rusted world of inorganic veins, selfish, alienating, hypocritical, murderous and absurd.
One time only has all rust been turned into orange dust blown away by a whispering lamb, all stones to pebbles, all darkness to a shining red and translucent gate of pure steel...