" Stone cold. And the stone is closed. Where do I go from here? . . . What do I do? . . . Joseph's stone is like the period that stops the sentence. Boom!--the story's done. and when the story's over, the very air is empty . . . Silence . . . the whole world is a graveyard. Because this is the one that has my Lord . . .
"Jesus! Jesus! Without you I am nothing in a nowhere! . . .
"One story is done indeed, my Magdalene, Your're right. You've entered the dark night of the soul.
"But another story--one you cannot conceive of (it's God who conceives it!)--starts at sunrise. And the empty time between, while sadly you prepare the spices, is in fact preparing you! Soon you will change . . . 'As dying, and behold we live;as punished, and yet not killed; as sorrowful, yet always rejoicing; as poor, yet making many rich; as having nothing, and yet possessing all things' . . .
"Come again on Sunday, Mary, and see how it is that God makes saints."
~ Walter Wangerin Jr., 'Reliving the Passion'