The birds seem to sing a big louder during Holy Week, as if they sense something big is about to happen. There is a sweet sadness about the week that Jesus walked to the Cross, and the world of created nature seems to know it better than the people do.
From King to Crucified
On Palm Sunday, we
gather outside the church with palms and process behind the Cross
through the shopping center where we are located, singing, "Hosanna,
Hosanna", accompanied by guitars and the voices of the congregation.
We are like the people of Jerusalem, seeking to make Jesus King
on Sunday, and, by Friday, we are saying, 'Crucify Him!".We
have no king but Caesar!!"
There's Hope For Peter And For Us!
By Thursday, the birds sing and we meet with Jesus to hear his
New Commandment, that we love one another even as he has loved
us. We allow Him to wash our feet, but like Peter, we have a false
sense of humility and cry, "Lord, wash our heads and the
rest of us too." Pride in the false disguise of humility.
Jesus says to us, "Get thee behind me, Satan," even
as He said it to Peter. We are so like Peter. He is an "everyman"-certainly
an "every Christian man." But the Lord raised Peter
up, in spite of his betrayal, and made him the leader of this
little band of brothers which turned
the world upside down. So there is hope for us, but we must say
as Peter did, "Lord you know that I love you-to the limit
as I am able to love You." Jesus took Peter at that point,
broken and filled with shame, but at last teachable.
Good Friday-Too Sad to Think About
These are the things that God has made possible through Good Friday
and Resurrection Sunday. Good Friday is a day which is too sad
for us to contemplate. The agony in the garden, alone. The scourging
with bloody whips. The crowning with thorns. The carrying of the
Cross. The driving of the nails. The three hours of pain beyond
description. The death and burial.
All Seems Lost
Holy Saturday. All seems lost. Our hopes were dashed. And we hoped
He would become our King.
Darkness covers the earth. His dead body lies in the grave.
We mourn for Him, and for ourselves.
No Easter Lillies on Friday Afternoon
On Good Friday, there is no hope that we can see with our natural
eyes. And so it is with the good Fridays of our own lives. There
are no Easter lillies on Friday afternoon. There is only pain.
No guarantees of a good outcome to the suffering of our lives.
We Walk By Faith
But we serve a God who knows the end from the beginning, and He
says to us: WALK BY FAITH-NOT BY SIGHT, "looking unto Jesus,
the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was
set before Him, endured the Cross." (Heb. 12:2)
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