READ : Luke 23:50-56
On the sabbath they rested according to the commandment. (v. 56)
When Jesus died the sky went dark, as if the sun was ashamed to look down on such a terrible scene. The earth shook, as if creation itself was writhing in pain. Rocks were split in two. Graves sprang open and corpses came tumbling out. And the women, says Luke, went home and rested, as was their sabbath custom.
Doesn’t that seem, well, disrespectful? Dishonorable? Some events are so huge, so life-altering, that to maintain your same old routine is an insult. Jesus’ death is an event of monumental sorrow and towering significance. And what do the women do? They do what they always do on the sabbath. They go home and rest.
Why did they do that? Habit? Legalism? Maybe they did it because they had to. The ground was shaking beneath their feet, figuratively and literally. They needed a place that wasn’t quaking, a place where they could stand and catch their breath and make sense of what had happened. Maybe that’s why they did it.
Sometimes, when your world has been turned upside down, you need to find a place that hasn’t changed—some snippet of normalcy, some common custom.
The earth shook. The sky went dark. All creation writhed. And women went home and rested. Of course they did.
Lord, you are my stability in an unstable world.