by Mark Weinrich
Dust puffed at his feet when Joseph of Arimathea entered his tomb, he was more than satisfied. No matter the months and cost, the masons’ chisels were silent, his chamber was prepared. He brushed the cool stone, now I am ready to die. Meeting Jesus had never been part of Joseph’s plan. Mercy and peace cascaded through his soul, overturning everything he claimed to know. Jesus was worth more than all he owned. But what of his reputation? How could he acknowledge Jesus and what he now believed? Shame seeped drip by drip and pooled in Joseph’s soul. The shock of Jesus’ trial, his horrific death shook Joseph to the core, he should have defended him. Now there was no turning back, in spite of the threats and scorn he had claimed Jesus’ body. Honoring Jesus with his tomb had been the least he could do. The crushing loss descended as Joseph supervised the burial of one who had become his dearest friend. But the third day was like a dream. The news from Mary, from Peter, and John could not keep Joseph away. The scent of the burial spices still perfumed the air. And the wrappings were placed, folded just as the others had said. Joseph rejoiced, this tomb had never been about him. No matter how unbelievable, Joseph knew he was ready to live. Jesus is alive.
Mark Weinrich lives a creative life as a writer, photographer, musician, and artist—all wrapped together in an outdoorsman. He is a retired pastor and nine-year cancer survivor. His writing and photography have appeared in over 130 news stand, inspirational, and literary publications. He has sold eight children’s books and currently has two fantasy novels on Kindle.