We went ahead so we were there to welcome him.
It’s odd how you think about someone’s needs and wants when they are dead.
He didn’t know that Joseph had risked asking Pilate for his body to be released.
He didn’t know that we were waiting there in the shade of the garden.
His mother can’t take it in. ‘He’s preaching to the dead’ she says. ‘No-one is beyond God’s love, after all, that’s what he teaches.’
We don’t argue with her. She was there when they took him off the cross. It’s not surprising that the grief has driven her mad.
Soon the stone will seal him into the tomb. Then perhaps she’ll be able to understand that he has gone forever.
What will we do now?
You can read about the death and burial of Jesus here.