Hire
Writers
Editors
Home Tour About Read What's New Help Forums Join
My Account Login
Shop
Save
Support
E
Book
Store
Learn
About
Jesus
  



The HOME for Christian writers! The Home for Christian Writers!



 
Christian Living PLEASE ENCOURAGE THE AUTHOR BY COMMENTING

  LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE   SEND A PRIVATE MESSAGE
  HIRE THIS WRITER
REPORT ARTICLE

 TRACK THIS AUTHOR ADD TO MY FAVORITES
corner
What's New
 
corner
 
We Took His Body From The Cross
by David Ritchie
09/25/05
For Sale
Author requests article critique


  Mail
 





Diary Entry - Easter Friday - Joseph of Arimathea.

Although my heart is breaking at what my people have done, in myself I feel at peace. In fact I feel better than I have felt for a long time. This has been the most significant day of my whole life and I need to write it down.

I don't know what I expected for I had real hope in him; somehow I felt there would still be life although I had seen with my own eyes that he was dead. I have never touched a dead person until tonight but without doubt he is dead. Nicodemus and I had real problems getting him off that cross, we were so careful with him for even though he was dead, we did not want to add to the damage already inflicted on his body. It was so mutilated there was hardly any whole skin left, and what there was felt so clammy. I have just finished washing the blood from my own body and I am waiting for the Sabbath to pass before I wash his blood from my clothes.

Even as I begged Pilate for his body my whole being was shaking inside, I could not believe what I was doing, but something inside just urged me on. As children mother had taught us to respect God, and in my heart I knew that this Jesus was a man sent from God. I longed to follow him and be with him and his disciples, but the Pharisees would have excommunicated me so I kept away.

For three years I have loathed myself for being such a coward, but tonight, oh it feels good, tonight, when everyone else had deserted him, I begged his body from Pilate and along with Nicodemus we buried him in the tomb I had bought for our family. I am ashamed that I never took him to my house while he was alive, he always hung around with poor people and sinners, but at least now in his death he is lying in a rich man's tomb, my tomb. I still cannot believe it, Nicodemus and me, two cowardly Pharisees throughout his life; now in his death we were the only ones to take him from that cross. I had expected to meet Peter or James or John, but like all the rest they kept their distance, and rightly so, for my colleagues would have killed them too had they got their hands on them tonight.

One part of me feels so at peace, yet when I remember his body tears and heartbreak overwhelm me. I have never felt so extreme opposing emotions within me in my whole life. His body was so disfigured, raw flesh and broken skin mingling into one, how could men inflict such cruelty on another man? Those whips; he was barely recognisable, yet none of his bones were broken. Even the soldiers were surprised that he was dead but they checked it out so they did not have to break his legs in order for him to die before the Sabbath. I think one of our Prophets said that none of the Messiah's bones would be broken; I need to check it out.

I can hardly believe I touched those hands that fed the multitudes, healed the lepers; they were nailed to that rough wooden cross. My hands are so sore from removing that crown of thorns, how cruel! My mind is still awhirl with all scenes of tonight. I did not hear all he said from the cross, as I was a little way off, but when he said, "It is finished," something came alive in me. I knew exactly what I had to do and I have done it well. When Nicodemus and I stood at the door of the tomb, we could not take our eyes off him as he lay where we had placed him. It was a place of serenity we looked in wonder and amazement, gone was the mob, no cursing soldiers taking other bodies from other crosses, just Jesus, Nicodemus and myself. Eventually we sealed the tomb as Sabbath was almost on us but somehow something within me tells me it is not over yet, we will here more of what happened here tonight.








If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW

Read more articles by David Ritchie or search for articles on the same topic or others.


Read More - Free Reprints, Main Site Articles, Most Read Articles or highly acclaimed Challenge Articles. Read Great New Release Christian Books for FREE in our Free Reads for Reviews Program. Christian writers can JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and help spread the Gospel.


The opinions expressed by authors do not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.

Hire a Christian Writer, Christian Writer Wanted, Christian Writer Needed, Christian Content Needed
Find a Christian Editor, Hire a Christian Editor, Christian Editor, Find a Christian Writer
 
corner
Corner
This article has been read 446 times     < Previous | Next >


Member Comments
Member Date




TRUST JESUS TODAY











Free Audio Bible
500 Plus Languages
Faith Comes By Hearing.com