I got up before the sunrise today and have been sitting in the dark and thinking. I have no idea how I even got through last week. There were so many things that needed taken care of, but by the end of the week, it was all one long blur. The busyness is now over, and so I sit in the dark and enjoy the quiet. I breathe peacefully, while the dog lies on my feet ensuring that I remain still for a while. As I get ready to begin a new week and anticipate a much lighter load, I think about Jesus and what this week held for him long ago…
Jesus knew it was his last week, yet he continued to put the needs of others above his own. He spoke the truth in love. He reminded the people of the difference between lip service that comes from knowing what God wants and true obedience that comes from knowing the Father and loving the Son. He humbled himself; the Master washed his disciples’ feet. He didn’t exclude the one who he knew would betray him. He prepared his closest followers for what was to come and spoke comforting words to let them know that it would be okay. Yet it was going to be difficult…
He knew what was coming that Thursday. He fell with his face to the ground and prayed to the Father three times asking if it was possible to take away the cup of suffering that he had been asked to drink. And though his soul was overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death, and his sweat was like drops of blood falling to the ground, his earnest prayers of anguish ended with, “Yet not as I will, but as you will.”
He was full of love, grace and compassion. He was a man of honor and truth. He healed the sick and gave sight to the blind. He was a friend to sinners, the poor and those who others shunned. There wasn’t a mean or selfish bone in his body. He spent his life serving those around him and doing the will of his Father. He never committed a single sin. He didn’t deserve this cup, but he knew that we were separated from God by our sin. He understood that the only way to get rid of our sin was by shedding the blood of a sinless man. There was no other way. He was willing to take the blame, willing to suffer, willing to die. He accepted the cup.
A large crowd arrived that night with clubs and swords. For thirty pieces of silver, he was betrayed with a kiss, and his closest friends deserted him. He was handed over for questioning, accused of blasphemy, spit on, beaten and ridiculed. He was completely innocent, but he didn’t defend Himself.
Then came Friday. Over and over, the whips beat upon his back until it became a mass of torn, bleeding tissue. He was stripped and dressed in a scarlet robe. A crown of thorns was twisted and placed on his head. They put a staff in his hand, knelt in front of him and mocked him, “Hail, king of the Jews!” They spit on him, took the staff and beat him on the head over and over. Then they put his own clothes back on him and led him away to be crucified.
As he hung on the cross, the people continued to mock him. “You who are going to destroy the temple and build it in three days, save yourself! Come down from the cross, if you are the Son of God! He saved others, but he can’t save himself! He’s the king of Israel! Let him come down now from the cross, and we will believe in him. He trusts in God. Let God rescue him now if he wants him, for he said, ‘I am the Son of God.’”
After hours of suffering, he cried out in a loud voice, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” He cried out again, and then he gave up his spirit.
The kind, compassionate, loving, giving, completely innocent man died. The crowd deserved to die. I deserve to die; you deserve to die, but he is the one who took the punishment.
He was buried in a tomb. A stone was rolled in front of the opening, and guards were posted to ensure that no one took the body. It seemed like hope was gone, but that wasn’t the end of the story….
“After the Sabbath, at dawn on the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to look at the tomb. There was a violent earthquake, for an angel of the Lord came down from heaven and, going to the tomb, rolled back the stone and sat on it. His appearance was like lightning, and his clothes were white as snow. The guards were so afraid of him that they shook and became like dead men. The angel said to the women, ‘Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay.’” (Matthew 28:1-6).
Yesterday was “Palm Sunday,” and so this week we observe “Passion Week.” This is a time when we reflect on Christ’s passion for us and his passion to obey the Father, as He suffered and willingly gave his life to take away our sins. Jesus knew that the time was near and that the upcoming week would not be easy. Though he was praised as he rode into town on a donkey on Sunday, the praise would quickly turn to ridicule, torment and pain which would finally end with death on a cross. So we remember this week the things he said and did with only one week left before he would lay his innocent life down to die for us.
As we remember his passion for us, may we passionately worship him & proclaim the Good News of his death & resurrection to others. Jesus Christ died for our sin and has is risen! Do you believe?
“If you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved” (Romans 10:9).
Just as Jesus laid down his life for you, won’t you lay down your life for him? Turn away from your sin, turn to him and accept his gift of eternal life. Then share the Good News with others. Who do you know that needs to know the peace and hope that comes through him?