The week began with cheers and ended with jeers. But #Sunday came. The #resurrection was made sweeter – Jesus’ triumph over the grave made stronger – because of what Jesus endured in those seven days. None of us could have handled it.
If Jesus had come into this imperfect world and cruised through his 33 years without experiencing all human emotions – grief, sadness, dismay, joy, love…then recognizing Him as a Savior would be impossible. He was tempted in every way we have been, and resisted, yes, resisted every time because in his human weakness, He leaned into the Word. He was beaten and scourged for being who He was, and didn’t back down to please others.
Luke 19 gives an account of Jesus riding into Jerusalem on a donkey. The people thought He came to overturn the earthly rule for one better. They welcomed Jesus with praise. By the end of the week, when Jesus didn’t wear a crown of gold, but one of thorns, the people turned. They sought the temporal satisfaction of an earthly king that would feed their bellies, when Jesus came to feed their souls. How many times do we do the same thing in our own spiritual journey? They thought Jesus would free them from oppression; He did, but not in a manner they could touch or feel. Jesus brought eternal freedom. Do we live our lives for the eternal?
I wonder if Good Friday (#GoodFriday) was the only time there were tears in heaven. Did the legions of angelic warriors weep as they waited…they hoped for…that the Father would send them for Jesus? The order was never given. The victory was to be God’s and God’s alone. Sunday was coming.
Sunday is coming. While we wait, embrace holy week, and all that the week reminds us.
All the best,
KK










