The Walls of the Tomb or Jesus Never Stops
When Mary and her gang went to go see Jesus’ body in the tomb, after Jesus had been crucified, they didn’t find anything. Jesus was gone.
This moment in history marks one of the first in a long list of occurrences where Jesus wasn’t where he was supposed to be. Jesus wasn’t where we thought he was going to be. Jesus was gone. He was supposed to be in one place, and it was a sure thing because he was dead, yet he wasn’t there.
And if Mary’s moment doesn’t sum up our entire Christian lives, I don’t know what does. I’m not even talking about the resurrection here either; I’m talking about the confusion and panic that must have raced through ol’ mother Mary’s mind.
What happens to us spiritually when Jesus isn’t where we left him? What happens when we are so positive that he is locked up in the grave only to discover the stone has been rolled away by a dead guy?
This idea moves parallel with our own stories because the life and times of Jesus never end; Jesus never stops. If life were a journey with Christ, we think he takes the water breaks with us, but instead he is out wandering in the woods probably saying something really confusing like, “I’m the only water you’ll ever need” to no one in particular. So when we get up from our break, those little breaks where things are good and we don’t need Jesus, he isn’t there anymore. It’s not that Jesus has left us either, but rather that we have failed to keep up with him. Jesus never stops.
Even in death, Jesus never stops. In new life, Jesus never stops.
Jesus is full of it because we go through our whole lives expecting him to “show up” or to be somewhere, but we often find that he’s already been there, already wanted to do his work only to find no one was behind him. His group of followers was taking a break and waiting for Sunday to come so they can start the show, but Jesus kept on moving.
And this all sucks for us, because it’s not really a chasing after Jesus as much as it’s a reluctant wander. Where is he going now? Why don’t we just stay on this path? Why must we go into the woods? Why can we not stick to a specific nap regiment?
It is these questions that lull us into the comatose we are in right now; these questions sink us into our comfort levels while Jesus continues to move forward. These questions are the walls of the grave we are building around our own Savior, the walls of his tomb. They are the mortar that holds together [our beliefs] on what [we think] Jesus says, when he gets to be around, and where he gets to be. So we build up this grave for him, and we wait knowing the whole time that’s where he is. Only a few days later, someone checks that grave and he isn’t there, thus continuing the confusion and panic that Mary had all those years ago.