Taking Jesus' body, the two of them wrapped it, with the spices, in strips of linen. This was in accordance with Jewish burial customs. John 19:40
What would it have been like to prepare the body of Jesus for burial? It must have been awful. The lifeless body of your teacher lay before you, limp and bloodied. How could you do it?
Joseph of Arimethea and Nicodemus - two men drawn together for this daunting task - must have had quite a story to tell. What did they speak about as they cleaned the dried blood and dirt from His body? Could they even speak at all? Did they separate themselves from their emotions to simply complete the job, or could they see past the tears? What an intimate scene it had to be - washing and wrapping the naked body of their fallen brother, the Messiah - the Christ.
Gently, gently they must have bathed Him - touching Him in ways they never could have imagined. One by one, the strips of linen were wrapped around the wounds of the One who healed so many. What a horrible honor to serve the Master like this - to carefully lay His body in a dark and lonely tomb. This privilege known only by two men is something I'm certain they would rather have missed.
Very soon, these painful memories would fade into the joy of His resurrection. But I wonder... Did the smell of those spices, the sight of blood, or the silence and darkness of night take them back to those awful moments after the cross?
Lord, many times in life I have been beaten by the whips of the enemy. He taunts me; he tears at my spirit telling me I am worthless - I am nothing. But the joy of Your resurrection shines brighter than my sin. One by one, You have wrapped my wounds. You anoint me with Your holy oil. You felt the pain of death, so I can have life eternal.
Come again, Lord Jesus! I await Your return.