“But on the first day of the week, at early dawn, they went to the tomb, taking the spices they had prepared” (Luke 24:1).
I want to know more about the spices. If I open my spice cabinet, I find paprika, dill, cumin, nutmeg, sage, rosemary, and an assortment of peppers.
That’s not what the women brought to the tomb. The traditional burial recipe was a mixture of aloe and myrrh. It was a salve that honored the deceased by fending off the smell of decomposition.
I remember the purveyors of spices in the markets in Jerusalem when we traveled there a few years ago. The colors and smells were amazing. The blends were enticing. The varieties seemed endless. I wanted to take home some of each.
Spices can cover up the smell of death. But they can’t touch sadness or grief.
Waite for it... 