Saint Andrew’s Episcopal Church (March 25th, 2016)
Text: John 19: 38
Title: They Took Him Down…
They took him down…his poor dead body and prepared him for his burial. They took him down…his poor, pale body, drained of life, ashened, stained with his own life’s blood.
His healing hands, now pierced and still. Serving hands that broke five loaves to feed five thousand. Holy hands, often folded in fervent prayer. His poor, gentle hands, now pierced and still.
His poor torn feet, now bloodied and cold. Feet that walked weary miles to bring Good News to broken hearts. Feet once washed with a penitent’s tears. His poor torn feet, now bloodied and cold.
His Kingly head, made for a crown, now crowned with thorns. His poor, Kingly head now crowned with thorns.
His gentle breast, now pierced by spear thrust, quiet and still. His poor, gentle breast now quiet and still.
His piercing eyes, now dark and blind. Eyes of compassion, warming the soul. Fiery eyes burning at sin. Tender eyes, beckoning sinners. His piercing eyes, now dark and blind.
His matchless voice, fountain of the Father’s thoughts, now stopped and still, to speak no more. Silence now, where once had flowed wisdom and comfort, spirit and life. His matchless voice stilled to speak no more.
They took him down, his poor, dead body, and prepared him for his burial…and they buried him in a borrowed tomb…and they thought that it was the end…BUT IT WASN’T THE END…IT WAS ONLY THE BEGINNING…