They cradled Christ. They held him close while fleeing for their lives. By holding Him they clung with faith to cope. By saving what was priceless art they couldn’t help but feel the arms of One who offers saving hope.
Like Mary clutched her lifeless son when he was just a babe, they carried Jesus gently out of sight. And as they placed Him in a tomb away from tombs that fly, I’m hoping that they glimpsed an inner light.
I’m hoping that they grasped the truth of which the Scriptures speak. That Jesus is at home when taken in. That those who honor Him who died and worship Him as Lord, will find their worth beyond this world of sin.
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