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Their waiting was different from ours. We wait in anticipation of resurrection celebration.

They waited in despair for the Sabbath to pass so they could tend a cadaver and complete a proper entombment.

Our waiting is for the completion of a cycle in a story that continues.

Their story had been destroyed – pilloried on a shameful instrument of execution reserved for the worst rebels against institutional authority.

Our hope is in the invitation to participate in the drama of a life fully lived, courageous in death, transformed in resurrection purpose.

Their hope was yet to be revived – but they had to wait…