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Every year starting with Palm Sunday I determine to re-trace
His steps as I follow along through Jesus’ last week. This is the culmination
of Lental season. The fulfillment of not only so many prophecies but also
ageless hopes and dreams of humanity riddled with questions like,
Where is God when it
hurts?
How can good God allow
so much evil in His world?
I feel like I’ve been sharpening my focus for several weeks
now. I am as ready as I ever can be to join the writers of the four gospels who
have meticulously recorded the words and events surrounding the Lord’s final
moments.
Earlier in March I even got a jpeg of the Holy Week
graph - all I need to do is read through the scripture references that fit inside
a given day of the week.
How difficult can it
be??
Well, this year I finally figured it out. It’s
not just difficult.
It’s impossible!
If you’ve never tried, you wouldn’t understand.
See, there is so much compressed in this one short week. So
much love. And so much hate. There is a ton of hype. Misunderstanding. Cruelty.
Intensity. Insanity. Scheming. Betrayal. Denial. More love. More betrayal. I know of no
human language which can adequately express the motion, the emotion of this
unprecedented week in human history.
Over the years, I learned the harder I try to wrap my mind
and heart around it the more the Holy Week seems to unravel.
Stunned silence might be the most appropriate response to what unfolds before our eyes.
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