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…