In honor of the feast of St. Joseph of Arimathea on August 31, we share this reflection based on Luke 23:50–53.Joseph didn’t witness the death of Jesus. He sent me to watch and to notify him when Jesus was pronounced dead. As I headed to Golgotha, Joseph went boldly to Pilate to request Jesus’ body. Joseph knew how to work within existing leadership structures. He wanted Jesus to have a decent burial, not to have his corpse picked apart by scavenging birds. Then Joseph waited in the Temple, praying.
When I ran from Golgotha to the Temple, I saw his anguish, mixed with sadness. He invited me to accompany him back to Calvary.
The soldiers rebuffed us until they saw that we had Pilate’s permission. With the victims dead, the crowd and the cohort had dwindled considerably.
Joseph asked me to remove the nails from Jesus’ feet. Joseph carefully climbed the ladder and pried the nails out of Jesus’ hands. A man in his position! But he loved Jesus that much. Could I have freed the mangled body of the Savior?
Joseph’s grief was controlled as he cut the ropes that held Jesus to the cross. Jesus’ hand fell upon Joseph’s shoulder as I watched, blood staining Joseph’s tunic. My throat constricted as it appeared that Jesus, now dead, was embracing Joseph.
Joseph nearly fell off the ladder as the weight of Jesus’ body pressed upon him. Mocking voices badgered us. As we laid the cold body of Jesus in his mother’s arms, Joseph waved a dismissive backward hand at the jeering bystanders. He was protecting Jesus from vultures of a different variety.
I brought forward the beautiful linen cloth that Joseph had purchased earlier. It must have cost a large sum. As John consoled Mary, Joseph and I gently wrapped Jesus in the shroud.
Joseph is not young. He used to talk about the privilege it would be to be buried in Jerusalem. And he’d planned for it by purchasing a freshly hewn tomb. He gave that final resting place for Jesus.
“It’s nothing, compared to what Jesus gave me,” he said.
It felt late by the time we rolled the cart to the tomb and placed the body inside. Before stepping out, Joseph hesitated, and finally he broke down. The tears between us flowed as he fell to his knees and placed his palms to his forehead. Composing himself once again, he left the sepulchre and supervised the rolling of the stone across the opening of what was now Jesus’ tomb.
After the Resurrection, Joseph said to me one night that, after holding the broken body of our Savior, wealth and position were meaningless. He would happily part with them.
I was not allowed to wash the tunic Joseph wore on the day of the Crucifixion. With a passionate reverence for the blood of Jesus, he keeps the tunic folded on the table next to his bed.
Have you ever participated in the ritual of burying the dead? Did you see it as a work of mercy?
I love how you brought the scene to life and made the Bible characters so real. Thank you for this beautiful reflection. You are a talented story teller.
Thank you, this was beautiful. I never thought about what it must have been like taking Jesus down from the cross and placing him into the tomb before.
Thank you for this very meaningful and touching reflection. There is a lot of food for thought in this. Blessings.
I have never been so up-close and personal to a deceased person! It brings out different set of emotions than I am accustomed to experience.
If the sense of smell had been present, I wonder what my sense reaction would have been.
it is my understanding that Luke was not around when Jesus was preaching or when He was crucified. Luke was on the scene after Paul. I would like this verified.( A very lovely Reflection nonetheless.)
I’m so glad that this reflection touched people, as it touched me as I considered it. We are so blessed by one another, and the embrace of our amazing God.
Very beautiful reflection, Loretta! Thank you for sharing your personal experience of God!
Thank you for this beautiful reflection. My eyes filled with tears as I read how lovingly Joseph took Jesus down from the cross – so tender and loving.
HOW BEAUTIFUL, A WONDERFUL IMAGE I WILL USE IN PRAYER. THANK YOU FOR THIS
So beautiful and comforting. I am grateful you have been given the gift of faith and Ignatian imagination. I could physically feel the depth of love and sorrow.
Thank you so much. This was a very moving reflection, bringing us close to the reality and the sadness of taking Jesus’ body down from the cross and placing it into the tomb.
This is simply a beautiful reflection.
When I worked as a nurse it was not unusual for me to wash and prepare a person’s dead body.
Every time it felt like a blessing.
Is this Barbara Ann in Denton? Much Love and Peace!