Nicodemus, who had first come to Jesus at night, came now in broad daylight carrying a mixture of myrrh and aloes, about seventy-five pounds. They took Jesus’ body and, following the Jewish burial custom, wrapped it in linen with the spices.
(John 19:39-40 MSG)
When we’re first introduced to Nicodemus, he is afraid to be identified with Jesus. After all, as a Pharisee and a member of the Jewish ruling council, Nicodemus didn’t want to lose his prominent position by being seen with Jesus. But when Jesus died, we see a brave Nicodemus. Surprisingly enough, it is he and not Jesus’ close friends who helps to bury Him.
Death changes things. I once heard a family member say that when my beloved grandfather passed away, many things didn’t matter anymore. I believe that this is what Nicodemus felt when His beloved teacher was gone. Nicodemus’ status in society didn’t matter to him anymore now that Jesus was no more. There was nothing worth holding on to because the Saviour’s life had been of greater value.
As we remember His death in the coming weeks, let us also die to self because life without Him isn’t worth living.
Rising with the Son 