In Koine Greek, indeed in all early Greek, there is no punctuation. No mark to signify a break.
Indeed in the ancient manuscripts no verse numbering or chapters.
So in Mark’s Gospel:
Mary Magdalene and Mary the mother of Joses saw where the body was laid. When the sabbath was over, Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices, so that they might go and anoint him. (Mk 15:47-16:1)
There is no break, no space. Just the text.
But in between those words where there is no break there is a world going on.
Because that is what happens in our grief. It is a world that feels like an eternity. We can’t see why people are laughing and carrying on life as normal. Why is the sun shining? Why cannot people see that life is at an end?
For the disciples and followers of Jesus it must have felt like all their hopes and dreams were shattered.
We see some of this with the walk to Emmaus
We had hoped
But hope is at an end.
The destruction of dreams for the renewal of all things. Hopes for the future at an end. Devastating.
The world can never be the same again.
Yet not so much as a comma.
But in the same time. In the same place where there is no break. There is another action taking place.
In the Apostle’s Creed we say that Jesus
was crucified, dead and buried. He descended into hell….
The Christian belief since early times was that it wasn’t enough that Jesus was tortured and dies a vile death on the cross.
It is that he descended into the depths of hell.
The total victory by all the forces of evil appears complete.
God written out of history.
Not a beat is missed.
Jesus sharing our every pain.
Jesus taking all our burdens.
Jesus taking all our wrongdoing.
Jesus taking all our sins of commission and omission.
All of it.
And allows himself to be crushed.
Harvey has also done a Good Saturday meditation for Springfield Salt magazine called Walking in Darkness – reflections on Holy Saturday