by Liz Johnson
(Liz Johnson is the mother of four and resides in Northern Indiana. She has a BA in International Development and is two postage stamps away from being a certified doula. This post is adapted from an Easter talk she gave in Sacrament meeting.)
Whenever I think of Christ being lifted off the cross, His mortal work on the Earth finished, and being prepared for burial and entombment, I can’t help but think of His loyal followers and how they may have felt at the crucifixion of their Lord. This man – whose life had been prophesied for generations and whose birth was foretold by prophets of old was there – in flesh and blood! He had walked with them, healed the sick, made the blind to see, raised a man so dead that “he stinketh” back to life. He had performed miracles of all varieties, spent time with all classes of society, and bestowed forgiveness on even the most vile of sinners. This mortal son of Deity, whose power seemed to defy all reason and all rank, had been brought before the civic justice of the day, wrongfully convicted, tortured, and then put to death right in front of his loyal followers. How devastating must it have been to see a man so powerful in the ways of God be so defeated and victimized by mere mortals?
Was there even any hope to be had? We know that his followers had been taught of the resurrection – Martha proclaimed her faith that her brother, Lazarus, would rise again in the resurrection not long before Christ’s crucifixion. They had witnessed the miracles throughout His life and had expressed unwavering faith in His power and glory. But who could save their Lord? The man who had saved the beggar, the adulterer, the leper, and the friend – who would save Him now? With His crucifixion, they had no Lord to call upon to come raise Him from the dead as Lazarus was raised. Could their faith have endured on this, the blackest of all Fridays?
And then, seemingly to add insult to injury, when Mary Magdalene came upon His garden tomb early Sunday morning, she found His grave vacant, apparently vandalized and plundered by those who had despised her Lord. I can only imagine the bitter feelings she might have felt – was it not enough that they had taken Him, pounded nails into His hands & feet, plunged a sword into His side, and crucified Him with common thieves? They couldn’t let Him rest in peace, but had to desecrate not just His life, but His resting place as well?Read More