I gathered these photos from our garden, of buds in different rose bushes while recollecting the Easter morning. Mary and other women prepared spices to visit the tomb of Jesus of Nazareth on the third day after His burial. What they witnessed was the open tomb, linen cloth in the tomb and tomb otherwise empty!
What occupied my attention was the event of the Holy Saturday when the women gathered to recall, recollect and prepare for the third day!
According to the narrative of Luke in his gospel, 'They returned and prepared spices and perfumes. And on the Sabbath they rested according to the commandment ( Luke 23:56).
The women prepared the spices and perfumes and rested on the sabbath.
Their act of preparing the spice and perfume was a symbol of loss, grief and regard for Jesus. They were occupied with His death.
But they also rested on the sabbath, which reflects their state of trust and hope!
They turned the sabbath from being a fretful, anxious and grieving day to a day of returning to God to trust, rest and revive hope. They prepared the spice to honour Jesus on the third day after His death.
Mary and women lived in the interface between life and death on the Holy Saturday. But that interface was also was pregnant with the truth of resurrection on the third day. That promise of resurrection which Jesus referred to, in His discourse had escaped their attention. They compound their grief because they could not trust resurrection to be a reality!
When I watched the buds in the rose bushes, I felt fascinated by the vigour with which each branch in the plant has grown to bear a bud ! Each plant has a celebrant look when becoming ready to flower, with the leaves looking ornamental and adorable. The prelude to the flowering stage is a colourful phase of the leaves and the buds waiting to open. The plant life affirms hope and purpose!
All the new branches grew to bear buds following the pruning of the plants!
It is this that makes the preparation of spices and perfume by Mary and women appear as a redundant act! The spices and the perfume affirm death and loss !
The nuclear war that ended the second world war brought death and catastrophic effects. But what followed was an upsurge of human resilience leading to scientific, educational, infrastructural, cultural and humanitarian development that heralded a new world order of peace and multilateralism.
We still mourn the holocaust and lives lost in the concentration camps and warfare. What followed by way of progress and development transcended the loss !
We too grieve over the imposed war on West Asia, and Middle East by one nation, whose president is obsessed with 'Make America Great Again'! We live with the pain of death and destruction while nations wage war to impose power and control with least consideration of human suffering! One of the first acts the current president of the USA resorted to soon after taking office was to suspend the global humanitarian activities of USAID. It is the same president who is now escalating war and violence! It is yet another form of 'crucifying' the human virtue of goodness, wellness and togetherness as pilgrims on earth!
And yet, I feel drawn by the truth of the Holy Saturday. There is on one side the grief forcing us to prepare the spices and perfume to mourn the loss! But on the other side is the promise of new life awaiting us, well beyond all expectations as a surprise, like what Mary and others who went to the sepulchre of Jesus found on the third day- an empty tomb and a risen Jesus !
The Holy Saturday in our lives and in the lives of nations during this season of war is a long season of suspense and sorrow!
A seven year old boy, who lost his kite to the strong wind in the beach, gathered news papers to prepare a kite as soon as he reached home. It was hope that sustained him. He did not stay subdued in grief!
The photos of buds remind me on Holy Saturday which is a time to wait for the festival flowers ahead in the garden! So it is an invitation to look beyond spices and perfume !
Life is for living and overcoming the loss!
M.C.Mathew(text and photo)