I have hidden Thy word in my heart.
(Picture by Lisa R)

Mark 15. “It was Preparation Day (that is, the day before the Sabbath). So as evening approached, Joseph of Arimathea, a prominent member of the council, who was himself waiting for the kingdom of God, went boldly to Pilate and ask for Jesus’ body. Pilate was surprised to hear that He was already dead. Summoning the centurion, he asked him if Jesus had already died. When he learned from the centurion that it was so, he gave the body to Joseph. So Joseph bought some linen cloth, took down the body, wrapped it in linen, and placed it in a tomb cut out of rock. Then they rolled a stone against the entrance of the tomb. Mary Magdalene and Mary the mother of Joses saw where He was laid” (Verses 42-47). Here’s what I find sad and interesting at the same time. The Sabbath was the next day. They were preparing to worship and thank God for what He had done for them, for the ways in which He had saved them in days of old. Yet, they had Jesus finished crucifying His only begotten Son. How sad that God the very one they worshipped was in their midst, but they did not know. Could not recognize Him. Why? Because they were looking for “their version” of God. We do the same, we miss God, because He is not how we expect Him to be.