It’s Friday and we want Sunday. . .
A two-sided braided path leads to Easter. There’s the prettier one – the easier one we take while rushing to the resurrection where we miss reflecting on the one stained with blood tracks and flesh-ripping thorns.
The passing of my mom during holy week has always added to the sorrow. And the joy. The beautiful blend to help us understand that each one of us are in critical condition needing a Savior to take us to Sunday.
The final hours for Jesus had Him face devouring crowds, the cup that wouldn’t pass for His Father’s will to carry the world uphill to a cross . . in that ancient week that still haunts our today.
Divinity is larger than nails, yes, but we need to be at the foot of the cross to see the human side – the healthy thirty-three year old carpenter whipped to holy bone, suffering with failing organs and a ruptured heart, while looking through swollen eyes to see a helpless thief hanging next to Him needing mercy . . . and a broken mom beneath His pierced feet that helped take a first step. The human side.
I know the simpler side of Easter is pastel – not darkness.
But, Friday. The sacred piece on the path is where we must camp for more than a moment to experience the devastating beauty that leads to Sunday.
Verna
This is true on so many levels. Just coming out of a dark phase in my own life, I can see Sunday. The purification process happens through pain, but the beauty I see now. Oh my!
Love this post, Verna!
. . . and only In Christ Alone, we can see Sunday . . . thank you, Carolyn.
What would we do without the hope the Lord puts within us ….and it’s all about Gethsamane, The Croos and the Resurrection. So glad to see your post Verna. It must mean you are feeling better.
Lvu
Oops, forgive the misspel above. It’s all about the Cross….?
Our hope in nothing less . . . the cross and resurrection – thank you Glenda. Yes, feeling much better!
Thanks for your beautiful words, Verna. I am learning to receive His gift of life and love in the middle of the suffering. Needed this. Your persistent faith inspires me.
Great truths and reminders My sweet Verna. Thank you for being His vessel.