The yard is more mud than snow, though some stubborn piles of white have not completely disappeared. The daffodils that budded hopefully before the last snowstorm finally burst into full bloom today. And despite predictions of yet another snowfall in the next few days, it is beginning to look like our hope in Spring was not misplaced. Today is Good Friday.
And hope is an important part of this Holy Week.
On Palm Sunday, our pastor reminded us of misplaced hope as a crowd cheered the Jesus they hoped would release them from Roman rule. Quickly turning against Him when they saw He was not the kind of King to fulfill that hope. Missing that He was to bring more Hope than they had ever imagined.
The disciples missed it, too. While He had much to teach them as they shared their last meal together, they were distracted by their own hopes of being great in His Kingdom.
Good Friday is the day of the rejected King. And when He cried “It is finished” after long hours of agony, it seemed all hope had died with Him. Those few who had not rejected Him fearfully went into hiding.
All eyes on self, they missed that this was a moment of unimaginable hope. All their sins had been forgiven, their relationship with God repaired and restored through a perfect sacrifice. They would suffer fear and hopelessness for two more days before knowing this True Hope.
It’s Friday, but Sunday’s coming! Those words have been part of many powerful sermons, and rightly so, because True Hope was revealed in the resurrected Christ. Beyond our wildest hopes, He covered our sins with one righteous sacrifice and conquered death so that nothing can separate us from our God and King again. No wonder the disciples were overwhelmed with the Good News of Easter Sunday. Their lives were never the same.
I know these things. BUT. I still struggle like the crowd with letting Jesus be King of my little life instead of ME. I struggle like the disciples with eyes on self when I need to focus on my Hope. I hide in fear though the One with power over sin and death has called me His Own.
I have needed to hear again the message of Hope this Holy Week.
And oh, King Jesus, may my life never be the same.