Matthew 27:45-53; 27:55-61; 28:1-10
If death were a dance, what would it look like?
When death dances with you, what will it feel like? What does it feel like?
When Joseph of Arimathea danced with death it looked like… a meeting with Pilate – a rare conference with the political authority who held in his hand the power of life and death. Who had withdrawn his power to protect life, and handed yet another subject over to a tortured death. Who had been swayed by the fickle crowd. Whose soldiers had done their job, carried out their duty, ensuring the security of the state.
When Joseph of Arimathea danced with death it looked like asking for a body, a dead body, from the one with power to grant or withhold that body. With the wave of his hand, Pilate granted Joseph his request.
When Joseph of Arimathea danced with death it felt like new linen cloth, clean and slightly course, wrapped tight around the body. It smelled like myrrh and aloes. It felt like stone, cold and hard. A new tomb, hewn in the rock. He laid the body in the rock tomb. “Then,” Matthew writes, “he rolled a great...