Is grief your companion today?
As I write this, it is Palm Sunday—the anniversary date of
the triumphant entry Jesus made into Jerusalem about a thousand years ago. The
people in the crowd shouted praises to Him on that day and felt no sorrow.
Happiness and excitement filled their hearts.
Anguish came on Friday. Their King failed to live up to their
expectations, so they crucified Him.
This first Sunday of Holy Week is a bittersweet day for me
because I know what comes in five days—the anniversary of the crucifixion.
We call it Good Friday, but somehow, the term doesn’t quite fit. Yes, the day turned out good because Jesus
conquered sin, but His horrendous suffering breaks my heart. How could Friday
have been good for Him? In the sense of a mission complete, no doubt—His action on
our behalf transformed beyond magnificent. A job well done, certainly—that turned out
more than first-rate. But the
price? Not good. He lost his human
life on this day, one he enjoyed and wanted to keep awhile longer. He
prayed to escape death the night before the cross. Yet, He expressed
willingness to obey the Father if there was no other way to bring man to God.
He experienced the union of divine nature and human nature
at His incarnation. On the human side, He was a servant. On the divine side, He was a King. He was a
perfect human, something no mortal can achieve.
Three days after Good Friday, on Sunday, we have the joyous
celebration of his resurrection. He appeared in a glorified body when He came
forth from the tomb. After His ascension, He is now gone from us in His earthly
existence. We will see Him in heaven where He reigns as King. That is
definitely a good thing.
Do you feel sad on Good Friday?
Let me know your thoughts.
I’d love to hear your responses.