Thursday, April 24, 2014
Wait and Watch the Tomb
The picture is called “Two Marys Watch the Tomb” (by James Tissot).
I first saw it online. My heart responded to it immediately. I was so moved. It is so full of meaning. A simple picture. But not so simple.
See the intensity of the women watching the tomb. It is like they are willing the tomb to open up. Pain is written all over their faces.
This waiting time is hard. They don’t really know they are waiting or what they are waiting for.
They just know they cannot leave. They cannot leave Jesus. They cannot leave their Savior. So they wait.
They wait and watch the tomb.
I was 8 months pregnant when my mother-in-law got sick and went into a coma. My husband and I sat with my father-in-law and waited. We prayed. We begged. We willed her to wake up, to open her eyes.
She waited too. She waited for my brother-on-law to fly in from another state and make it to the hospital to see her. Soon after he left her hospital room, she passed away peacefully.
I was doing a different kind of waiting as well. Waiting for new life. In a month my waiting would be over. I would greet my firstborn son with joy, as I mourned the loss of his grandmother. He would become the apple of his grandfather’s eye.
Holy waiting. The waiting for we-know-not-what. The time in-between the dying and the rising. The time in-between the sorrow and the joy. A time when we wonder if we will ever feel joyful again.
It is the time when we need to hold onto hope. We need to hold onto the belief that no matter what, God makes good out of bad. We can’t make it happen. We can’t hurry it up. We can only wait. Wait with hope.
Wait and watch the tomb.