There
is something undeniably rich and full about silence. On Holy Saturday
especially, there is a feeling like a “calm before a storm”. Jesus’ crucifixion
has been achieved and his body has been laid into the tomb. Notably, where
before the cross there were three Marys (Jesus’ mother, the wife of Clopus, and
the Magdalene), at the tomb there are only the latter two—along with a woman
named Salome. Jesus’ mother by her absence shows that she knows that there is
no need to go. Surely she is not at home prostrate with grief; she knows that
the story isn’t over when everyone else thinks it is.
My
earliest encounter with karate was watching an episode of an old western on
television in about 1960. It was about an apparent sissy who appears in town; he wears nice suits and dressy cloth gloves on his hands. He is bullied and mocked by the he-men cowboys. He’s pushed around on the street and
sneered at in the saloon. Finally, as the show nears its end, when he is mocked
once again for wearing fancy gloves, he has had enough; he gets up
from the table and takes off his gloves. His knuckles are enlarged with calluses.
One of the punchers asks, “Wh—, whut happen to yo’ hands?” The newcomer smashes
a table with his hands and then lights into the cowboys and lays them all out.
Turns out he had recently returned from several years’ stay in the Orient where
he had learned karate.
That
was the time when karate was becoming known in the United States and schools
were beginning to appear. A friend of mine became interested in karate in the late 1950s when a schoolmate said, “There’s this thing
called karate [which he pronounced ‘kay-rate’], and the guys who do it can
break boards with their hands.” Shortly after that my friend opportunely moved
with his family to Korea for business and he earned a black belt in Tang Soo
Do, a style of Korean karate, from the founder-master. (It was the same style
as Chuck Norris’, who also first learned in Korea.) When my friend returned to
the United States, he opened the first Tang Soo Do school in the nation.
The idea of an apparent
weakling who humbly takes abuse from bullies until he finally turns the tables
is one of the great stories of humanity. There are many such stories in our
culture, in movies and books, many of which I could name.
Deep
down, it is the story of Jesus—a fantasy which became fact. Betrayed by a
disciple, Jesus was taken into custody by his enemies who were too cowardly to
arrest him openly in public, put through a sham trial, and then taken to the
secular authorities represented by Pontius Pilate who declared him innocent yet
condemned him to death anyway as a savvy political move designed to keep the
peace in a tense, politically fragile situation. All of them were bullies who abused their power to rid themselves of one seemingly weak and friendless man who threatened their security.
The week of political, legal, and official manipulation and self-protection finally culminated in an apparent triumph for the bullies. Jesus was executed and then buried in a borrowed tomb. Holy Saturday is the day after the crowd had done its worst to the apparent weakling, and think that they’ve won.
And then the weakling takes off his gloves.
There
are many paintings by countless artists of the crucifixion, and a good number
of the resurrection. But I think there is only one of the events of Holy
Saturday. The day of rich quiet. The calm before the storm. It is this one. It
is called “Easter morning”, and was painted by Caspar David Friedrich
(1774-1840). It is housed in a private collection in Switzerland; the painting
was rendered in the early 1830s but not made public until 1973. It shows the
two Marys and Salome going to the tomb to anoint the body of Jesus. The bare
trees are symbols of death, and the women are mourning like anyone else who'd had lost to death someone that they loved. Yet the full moon
overhead symbolizes the resurrection of Jesus that has already happened, and
which they are about to discover. The calm of Holy Saturday is already giving
way to the storm of the resurrection. It is the Great Reversal. “Death is
conquered, man is free, Christ has won the victory.”