Holy Week

“Let us know; let us press on to know the Lord; his going out is sure as the dawn; he will come to us as the showers, as the spring rains that water the earth.” Hosea 6:3

 

The last few weeks I’ve been thinking about an idea that was introduced during the History portion of a class my husband and I are taking on Thursday evenings. The teacher explained (my paraphrased version): “As people reflect on history, often each event is viewed as the though nothing else was going on around it. Each event is viewed individually. However life is in continuous motion. It is more likely that there was so much going on around each historical event that the surrounding activity heavily impacted each decision in the event as it unfolded.”

Since History has never been my subject, I never really thought about what else was going on outside of what I was required to memorize for a test. However, this concept has had me thinking lately about Holy Week, the events surrounding it, and how it relates to me.

With teenagers in the house, there is a whole lot of busy at Thorntonville. I’m constantly reading articles on time management and maintaining a balanced life. I often get behind during the daily rituals that are established to help me keep up with our household. In fact, I’ve felt out of balance a lot this week coming off of spring break right into teacher conferences and extra band rehearsals for my teen’s schools. Time this week is at a maximum use, but with it being Holy Week, there is this inner struggle to slow down and take extra time for worship and reflection.

Time shortage. That was also something happening around the events of Christ’s final hours with his disciples. When I look at the Easter story, it is packed with action. One event right after the next. Life was busy and filled with emotion. The disciples and Christ were in the middle of a Holy Week, too. Passover was in motion. People were crowded into Jerusalem with all kinds of crazy happening around them.

Next I think of the twenty four hours that led up to the cross. After the Passover meal, walking to Gethsemane, praying, being betrayed and taken for questioning over and over. Add in the floggings, crowds building, hatred rising, and tension heightening.

I also reflect on the sensory overload with spectators pressing and shouting along the Via Dolorosa. The weight of the cross, the mocking of soldiers and other criminals. The sounds of the hammer. The smell of dripping blood. The taste of thirst and vinegar. The emotion of loved ones wailing. The yelling of evil among the clueless. The heaviness of the weight of the world.

Salvation came in the thick of chaos. It came through minute by minute decisions. It came through anger, emotion, fear and frustration of religious understanding of prophecy. It came through misunderstood beliefs, rebellion, lies, and cruelty. It traveled a manure covered dirt road. It was worn by a man, and yet God, dripping with sweat and blood in an environment tainted with the worst kind of confusion ever.

But Salvation persevered through the madness. Christ was steadfast as he suffered to and through the cross. Determined in His sacrifice.

Afterwards, at the climax, life left a fragile body and darkness fell upon the earth.

Then in the peacefulness of the break of the third day, Christ showed us victory!

Salvation is always relevant. But the Easter story has even more to share. It’s a story about a hero, who at a distance looked to be the underdog, in a world that was brutal, with time pressing inward. A Savior that brought  salvation while showing me how to handle those stressful times in life, by praying, staying steadfast to the task and persevering through to victory.

This Easter, I celebrate salvation. I, also, give thanksgiving for the man in Christ that persevered in his task for me. With his determination he walked through unmeasurable obstacles and pain to die so that I would have the opportunity for salvation.

Yes, my schedule is full. Life is busy.   However, I too have a choice as I walk through the obstacles of day to day. I can choose to walk determined, steadfast in my schedule as I “press on to know the Lord” (Hosea 6:3). At the end of my week I can, also, smile because I know at the break of day on Sunday morning the sound of celebration will commence in praise to my risen Savior.

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