Turn your thoughts back to the time of Christ"s life upon this Earth. It is Friday and the long hours of unbearable suffering come to an end as he gives his spirit to his father.
Now it is over, and the torn and tortured body is removed from the cross, bathed, dressed, and taken to the tomb.
This now is the end of life, the end of all struggles, happiness, hopes, and fears, the end … the final chapter … nothing more.
Feel the cold of the tomb as it penetrates every fiber. Now the stone is rolled over the mouth of the tomb, and eternal darkness and increasing cold surround us.
Silence … pitch-black silence … the dampness and the cold … death has won the victory… this is the end of life forever. Just the cold …. the darkness … then from
far, far away, a pinpoint, a gleam … a glimmer of
