Darkest before the dawn

It was a dark night just after the Sabbath. The women gathered what they would need to head to the tomb Sunday morning in order to do the preparations that weren't completed in the rush to get the body into the tomb before the Sabbath. It wasn't going to be a pleasant job, since surely decomposition would have started by now. They would be unclean for the rest of the Passover, and would therefore miss participating in the feast, as if the feast would be worth celebrating.

Perhaps tomorrow will find the Schindlers blessed with an Easter miracle, or perhaps tomorrow is the day when Terri wins all by losing here. I don't know. I just trust in the God that turned that dark, stinking tomb into our blessed hope.