Joseph took the body, wrapped it in a clean linen cloth, and placed it in his own new tomb that he had cut out of the rock. He rolled a big stone in front of the entrance to the tomb and went away. ~ Matthew 27:59-60
On this long dark Saturday day between Good Friday and resurrection Sunday - we wait. We pray.
We contemplate the glory of God and the free gift of grace awaiting us, no matter our worries or fears. We rediscover our hope.
We surely are blessed aren't we? To know who holds the keys? To know that our life is priceless? To know we are forgiven no matter how weird we get?