"He was buried." A Sermon for Easter EvenMacgill, Thomas (Curate of Clapham)
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"He was buried." A Sermon for Easter Even
Macgill, Thomas (Curate of Clapham)
Bible. Corinthians, 1st, XV, 4 -- Sermons; Holy Saturday -- Sermons; Sermons, English -- 19th century
The mourners on this mysterious occasion were few in number. The Lord
whom all despised, and who had no home in which to lay his head in life,
could scarcely attract around him in death as many as could carry him
from the cross to the grave. His disciples, with one honoured exception,
had all disappeared in shameful flight. A few women, with tearful
sympathy, lingered to mark the spot where their Lord should be laid, and
assisted Joseph and Nicodemus to perform the last offices to the
crucified Immanuel. These two persons were men of considerable
distinction in Judea, rich and honourable, and members of the great
council of the nation. Of Joseph it is written that he was “a good man
and a just.” Of Nicodemus we read that he was a ruler of the Jews, a
public teacher, “a master in Israel,” but of a remarkably timid
disposition. Three years before this sad day he had visited Jesus under
the cover of night, and received instructions in the mysteries of the
kingdom of God, but he had never yet openly avowed his attachment to
Messiah. The world’s frown, the dread of its reproach, the certainty of
its persecution, had deterred both Joseph and Nicodemus from confessing
Christ before men. But his death, the event that encreased the peril of
his disciples, had the effect of dissipating all their fears, and
constrained them openly to profess their respect to the Lord. With a
boldness which defied all danger they begged from Pilate the body of
Christ, that it might not be cast into a malefactor’s grave, but entombed
with such honour and distinction as circumstances would allow. The
earnest desire of such a person as Joseph was not to be refused, and
agreeing, as it doubtless would, with Pilate’s own feelings respecting
one whom he had pronounced innocent, the request was at once complied
with.
How strange an event was this! At the very time of Messiah’s utmost
desertion, when heaven frowns with gathered blackness, and the cry has
been uttered, “My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me!”—when lover and
friend were put far from Him, there went forth from the Sanhedrim that
had condemned Him two distinguished witnesses to proclaim His praise, and
shew to His lifeless remains the respect they had themselves denied to
His living person.
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