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I do not seek to understand that I may believe, but I believe in order to understand. For this also I believe, –that unless I believed, I should not understand.-- St. Anselm of Canterbury (1033-1109)

Saturday, April 11, 2020

Whispering Fear: A Reflection for Holy Saturday

John 19:38-42

I've been traveling to Cuba every year or so since March of 2004. I go there to teach Methodist pastors. Given the relationship between Cuba and the United States, travel is never an easy thing. It has loosened up on both ends over the past ten years, though on our end it has become more complicated again over the last three or so years. But when I first started going, things were rather tense. Landing in Havana and getting through customs was quite the chore and I never knew quite what to expect.

On one particular occasion, I arrived at the airport in Havana. It was March of 2007. I had been invited by the Bishop of the Methodist Church in Cuba to be a guest preacher at their General Conference. In addition, the Methodist Church was also celebrating the hundredth anniversary of the first missionary (who was a Methodist) to arrive on the Isle of Youth (the big island on the south and western side of Cuba). The latter observance was to take place a week after the General Conference. I was invited to preach for that celebration as well.

Upon arriving at the airport, I began the now familiar routine of taking a photocopy of a religious visa issued to me by the Cuban government to one of the military officers working in the terminal. I showed him the photo, and spoke to him in Spanish the best I could (a risk in and of itself). He clearly understood what I wanted and disappeared with the photocopy and my passport.

He was gone for a long time. I began to wonder if something was wrong with the documentation or if my passport had been flagged for some reason. In Cuba one never knows what the issue might be. After what seemed like an eternity, the man returned with the religious visa and my passport. He handed them to me, then carefully looked around making sure no one was within earshot. He put his hand on my shoulder, leaned in, and whispered to me, "God bless you. Thank you for coming to Cuba."

Some things are done carefully and secretly out of fear. In our reading from John we are told that Joseph of Arimathea was a secret follower of Jesus "for fear of the Jews." ("Jews" here refers to the religious leadership in Jerusalem, not the Jewish people in general. Joseph himself was a Jew.) And yet, in our reading Joseph takes a step out of the shadows and confronts his fear to ask Pilate for Jesus' body. That Jesus would be buried was not a foregone conclusion. The Romans often denied burial of those executed by the state as one more warning to future revolutionaries. "Try it and not only will you be brutality and painfully killed, but we will let the birds and wild animals take care of what's left." But with Joseph's intervention, a burial place is secured for Jesus' body. That Pilate granted Joseph's request may have been one way to poke at Caiaphas, the High Priest whom he detested and would not have wanted Jesus buried.

Joseph and Nicodemus make their way to a new tomb possibly owned by Joseph's family. John indicates that the tomb was in close proximity to where Jesus was crucified. In visiting the traditional sites of Jesus' execution and burial today, one discovers that they are close by, one indication among others that they are indeed the locations of these sacred events.

If Jesus was a king than his burial befitted a king. John writes, "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" (19:39-40). The small amount of spikenard Mary used to anoint Jesus' feet (John 12:1-11), which amounted to almost ten months wages was a pittance compared to the cost of the anointing oils and spices used to anoint Jesus' body.

Joseph of Arimathea was not the only one to have his fears. Earlier in John's Gospel, Nicodemus approaches Jesus at night. (John 3:1-21) We are not told why he comes under the cover of darkness, but as a member of the religious leadership, perhaps he too is afraid to be seen in intimate conversation with Jesus. While we are not given details of their work in caring for their dead friend in his burial, it would not be surprising if they worked in silence. After all that has happened in the short span of a few hours, what is there to say? The authorities are firmly in control. Nicodemus and Joseph had put their hope in Jesus; and in the fulfillment of their hopes. Perhaps they believed Jesus would quiet their life-long daily fears, but now they were fearful once again. And those fears were too great to be made worse by bringing them to the surface in conversation. They needed to be buried deep inside as they buried their friend. Perhaps, at best, all they could muster were a few prayers as they worked, a few words of Psalm-like lament to be whispered only in that quiet cemetery.

The tumult of Good Friday is over. There has been much noise; but now on this Holy Saturday silence is the only response. After all that has happened what is there to say? There is an ancient Holy Saturday liturgy that begins,
Today a great silence reigns on earth, a great silence and a great stillness. A great silence because the King is asleep.
But just because the King is silent does not mean he is not still working on our behalf. That ancient liturgy continues,
Jesus has gone to search for Adam and Eve, our first parents, as for lost sheep. Greatly desiring to visit those who live in darkness and in the shadow of death, he has gone to free from sorrow Adam in his bonds and Eve, captive with him-- He who is both their God and the son of Eve.
This Saturday, in-between the shrieks of crucifixion and the victorious shout of resurrection, is a holy day of silence. So, let us rest on this day and say our prayers. At most, let us whisper; for we will need our strength for tomorrow.

The shouts of victory are about to begin.

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