Holy Week reflection
Can we grasp the beauty of Easter? Not the pageantry. Not the eggs and bunny and stuff. Watching a TV program depicting Jesus startled me, as I viewed my Jesus, I recognized how much I love Him. It was as if I was watching a program about a family member. Delighting me when they depicted Him well and disturbing me when the program misrepresented His life.
Jesus, the Son of God, entered the world just the way we did. He lived a life of poverty. He apprenticed in His father, Joseph’s trade. He learned His heavenly Father’s trade as well. At 30 years old, He started His ministry that changed the world.
It is time to be awestruck again. Stop and try to comprehend Jesus presence on earth. I am having such a hard time finding the words that could possibly communicate the significance of Holy Week. This short time in history has eternally affected ours.
Don’t take it for granted. Examine it. Relive it. Let it refresh your soul. Be astounded. Don’t let the familiar water down the profound. Recognize only Jesus could take an instrument of death and turn it into a symbol of hope. We must recognize His profound sacrifice that lead to beauty of the resurrection. Stop where you are and worship HIM.