And He said to them, “The Sabbath was made for man, and not man for the Sabbath.
Therefore the Son of Man is also Lord of the Sabbath.” Mark 2:27-28
A set of shelves needed to be moved from the garage, and as I finished disassembling them and stacked the pieces (after vacuuming off the creepy tenants that had survived our mild winter), I realized that I had an intention to move the shelves but no real direction. Shelves invite stacks of stuff, and I don't want more in my basement this year as one of my goals remains to simplify, simplify, and simplify. That is not redundant as this simplification involves garage, main floor, and basement. The goal must be broken up into three parts as I have through no fault of my own entered the first floor of that building known as Old. This lack of direction brought to mind the disciples again on this day.
In their time this week, this day would be the Sabbath after Jesus died on the cross and was buried by Joseph and Nicodemus. The disciples had made their way back to the upper room and probably barred the door and stationed their more capable members to stand guard. Not that any of them were old and weak like me, they having just followed their rabbi in a tramp of some three years over Galilee, Syria, Judea, and parts of Samaria. However, on this day they had no direction. The women were preparing spices and fragrant oils for the body of Jesus, but these eleven capable men were not sure what to do after the Sabbath. How can we know this? Well, the next morning it was the women who got things going by taking their grave mixture to an empty tomb. The Bible does not say it, but we would not be surprised if the Mary's did try to get some of the men to go with them.
A bit chilly here this morning, I hope your Easter warms up!
Bucky
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