MOMM April 8, 2024- and her reply
A Borrowed Tomb and the man who buried Jesus.
For Cali as she waits for Jesus
I have been looking for Jesus,
Before the Cross.
I pondered
His triumphal entry into Jerusalem
On a Donkey,
Marking Palm Sunday--
I have shouted
Hosanna,
My plea to God to save.
I imagined him cleansing the temple.
I journeyed to the Mount
As he tutored the crowds.
Wednesday? I wondered what he did.
I watched him
Bathe his disciples'
Feet,
Break bread,
Pour wine.
Remembering,
In Gethsemane,
He suffered and bled,
In holy anguish.
Betrayed,
Thirty pieces of silver,
Taken to trial-
Condemned
On Good Friday,
He carried a cross,
Wore a crown of thorns,
To Calvary amongst criminals,
Nailed- he hung
Until the ninth hour.
The last breath.
A Garden tomb.
Saturday, they waited
The waiting was hard
It is always hard.
I have waited.
He came.
He always comes.
Hallelujah- he lives
I look for Jesus
after the cross.
He will come,
He always comes.
The Story of the Garden Tomb- It was a text message from my son Seleck that gave life to the many thoughts of my heart these past few weeks as I intentionally celebrated Holy week and prepared for General Conference of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.
These were his words, "Call me I have something very important to talk to you about."
His findings: He traced my paternal Weaver line to Joseph of Arimathea- the wealthy, member of the Sanhedrin who took no part in the condemnation of Jesus but rather secretly followed him as a disciple. Joseph asked Pilate for Jesus's body and buried it in his own tomb. After the resurrection of our Savior Jesus Christ, Joseph of Armiathea went to Wales bringing with him Christianity.
I wonder, would I have done the same? Would I have asked for his body, buried it in my tomb, and then have left my homeland to take his message to another land, another people?
It has been over 2,000 years since the resurrection of Jesus Christ. I will bury his teachings in my heart. I will roll aside the stone and shout Hosanna, Hallelujah. I will wait the second time. The Waiting is hard, it is always hard, but he will come - he always does!
What are you waiting for?
Forgiveness
A miracle,
strength,
peace,
comfort,
healing?
I think of my daughter who longs for Home.
I think of my dear friend and mentor who embodies all things Jesus who is not quite ready to go Home.
I think of the two grandbabies who are waiting to come to their new Home.
I think of my son who isn't quite sure where HOME is.
I think of my youngest son who wants to tell everyone about their Real Home.
But I know in all this waiting
He will say Welcome Home.
Here is a record of my research - it was a rabbit hole!
Humphrey Weaver ap Ieuan (about 1272-1303) was the first to bear the Wever name. He married Joyce Verch Llewllyn Jenkin (1273-1375) in Herforshire, England, United Kingdom in 1297. Humprhey died at Catesly Butten Bridge Elliots. His first name may have come from the Bohuns, a celebrated family of Norman lords, who flourished at that time and who had at least five generations in succession named Humphrey. (Collins, Lori, FamilySearch)
It is by following this line that the Weaver line descends from St. Joseph Ben Matthat of Arimathea (about 0041 BC Arimathaea, Ramathaim, Zophim, now Israel- 0045 death). Joseph's father Matthat ben Levi was born on the West Plank of Palestine in0080 BC. He died in Jerusalem, Israel (killed by the ordr of Herod the Great for sedition). Joseph was the father of Anna I Enygeus "The Prophetess" Anna was born in Arimethea, Judea, Tolima, Roman Empire, but died in Glastonbury, Somerset, England. Ancient Welsh tradition states the Anna was the "cousin" of "The Virgin Mary." It is from her son King Beli Ap Bran of Britain to which the Weaver line can trace its roots.
Joseph of Arimathea was a member of the Sandhedrin, a rich and faithful Israelite who took no part in the condemnation of our Lord, and after the crucifixion buried His body (Matt: 27:57, Marl 15:43, Luke 23:50) See John 19:18
Emma's replyApril 8, 2024
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