Written on Thursday, March 22:
I sit alone in the back space--"the library"--of Starbuck's. It's Thursday, of the week before Holy Week. A big day for me. First, across the street, at the Hilltop Restaurant, gathering in the dark, with the little company of friends who choose to make the journey with me, of "The Long Road to Glory."
It was a high time. Our last time together in this season of preparing our hearts for the mystical mighty WEEK THAT WAS. The most significant week in all the world's history when Jesus, Christ the King, rode into Jerusalem, to claim His city. The kingdom place where God's greatest act would take place, through His act of experiencing the rejection of His own, with the forces of church and state mounting against Him, and bringing Him to trial in Pilate's court, and the condemnation to die -- by crucifixion.
Such a strange week. And we re-live it, over and over, year after year, as each time, it pierces our heart, as we stand there, with the crowd, and watch it happen, let it happen, make it happen.
And He dies, for us. The Lord of love--God's son--dies for us. To forgive us. To finally, win us.
Beyond that is the new day, the first day of the new week, the dawn day, the Resurrection day, the great Victory Day of the burst tomb and the coming back - alive - of Jesus saying "Mary." Speaking our Name. Stunning us with the reality of what God had done.
I just say be ready, friend. Open your heart. Hear the words. Dare to come to the Upper Room, to Calvary's Hill, to the empty tomb. Let your life be touched - deeply - by the greatest reality of the world.
God love you in this wonderful Week That Was.
Arthur A Rouner, Jr -
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