John 19:38-42
Secret
mission for Joseph of Arimathea and Nicodemus. Shush…don’t tell the Pharisees.
We want to show respect to our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. We’ll bury Him in
my tomb—in this Garden that is close by. No one has been buried there. (This is
the Garden Tomb.) So they laid Him in the tomb and wrapped Him with the burial
spices that Nicodemus brought.
Were tears in their eyes or streaming down their
cheeks? Is it alright for grown men to cry over the loss of a friend—their
teacher—their leader? The smell of the spices was soothing. They thought how Jesus
would have enjoyed the aroma of the myrrh. Wasn’t myrrh one of the gifts given
to Him by the wise men from the east when He was born in Bethlehem? How ironic
that it was His first gift…and now, His last gift. It is finished. Jesus is
dead. He is buried.
Prayer ~Dear Jesus…Your throne, O God, is forever and ever; a scepter of uprightness is the scepter of Your kingdom. You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness; Therefore God, Your God, has anointed You with the oil of joy above Your fellows. All Your garments are fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia; Out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made You glad. Psalms 45:6-8….You alone are worthy to be the ruler of Heaven and earth—and I long to smell the fragrance of myrrh that engulfs You as You are seated on Your throne.
© 2014 by Mickey M. Hunacek. All rights reserved.
All scripture quoted from the New American Standard Bible (NASB) unless otherwise noted.
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