Isn't it ironic that the only really wealthy type of house that our LORD lived in was a tomb? (Luke 23:44-24:12) At least it was supposed to be a tomb.
The good religious leader, Joseph, had a new place cut in the rock that he planned for a tomb. It was evidently pretty massive with a stone door you could hardly move. And even with the dark sun-hiding cross time, this Joseph had not given up but was still "waiting for the kingdom of God". As Jesus had died, this councilman courageously went to Pilate and asked for His body. He carefully took it off the bloody cross, wrapped it in clean linen, and laid it to rest in that new tomb house.
But we wonderfully know that death could not hold our LORD. Life came to that new house with such power and glory that the world would never be the same. And I'm guessing that the new "tomb" was never used to cover a decaying body. It probably was a place of wonder. A place that cradled this wonderful new life.
God loves thrilling turn-arounds.
Lord, help us to have the same kind of faith in the darkness that Joseph had. We'd love to be gifted with the presence of our Lord in places reserved for death. Turn our tombs into cradles.
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