The Revolution Will Not Be Televised - Today
Day 76
Y'all, this Jesus, who I have walked with for almost 80 days, is going to the cross. Today, he enters Jerusalem on a colt. He is surrounded by admirers who in a short time will be yelling, "Crucify him!"
I went through three different images for this post before getting this one.
I can't just write a cute story and do some reflection today. I know how the story ends. In resurrection power, sure. But first, I have to watch him with his mom, hanging on an old, rugged cross.
And emotionally, at least today, I'm not ready to walk the road to Calvary. It's just hard to imagine anyone would want to do something so cruel to my Jesus. What is the true motivation? Jealousy? Discomfort?
Jesus loved them so. In the end, he said, "Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do."
I know this in my head, but can I forgive them in my heart? I know with my head that what they meant for evil, God will use for more than good—the best.
But I did not anticipate the emotions watching Jesus go to the cross would bring up in me.
So, maybe, tomorrow.
But today, as I anticipate the cross, I am overwhelmed with sorrow. But, like the disciples, I must answer Jesus' lonely question: Will you not tarry with me?
And, though it's hard, I know I must answer: Yes.
I can't let him go through this alone.
I've never felt closer to John the disciple, the beloved one, soon to become the adopted son of Jesus’ mother, Mary, and in a way, Jesus’ brother.
🎵 Sit with this: “Give Me Rest” by The Gray Havens.
(Linked below.) Don’t rush past this moment. Let it rest heavy. Tarry, even now.