Sunday, March 28, 2010

One Week to Live

Its Sunday morning. Palm Sunday. I am sitting here in my pajamas, hair falling in my face, drinking my coffee and thinking about the day. I opted out of church this morning, with the plan to attend another church this afternoon.....so....here I sit.
The house is quiet. No baby crying, no toddler running around above me, Ruby asleep under my elbow, snoring. Stillness.
Didn't really think of Palm Sunday, until someone mentioned it on facebook. And so, I pulled out my sparkly purple Bible and looked for the passage. I like Luke's account the best......kinda a sensitive writer.
I'm taken back to a time, when all these who gathered around Jesus, were excited and glad and shouting........all because of Him.
Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord!

As I read, one feeling re-occurs in my head.....anger. You people killed him. You who called out His name in praise and honor, killed Him.

I can't even begin to imagine the thoughts and feelings of Christ. He knew that within a few short days, He would sacrifice Himself for them. He allowed their praise, and even defended them, when they were rebuked by the Pharisees. He defended those who would abandon Him...who would reject Him......and He knew it.

Who is this King of glory who pursues me with His love?

Why do you love me so much?

My anger continues and then turns to shame, as the realization hits me.....I am one of those in the crowd. I am one,by some of my actions, who rejects Him. I am the one who sent Him to the cross. It's because of me.
I don't understand it, His love for me. I don't understand love that intense.....that unconditional. But......it slowly draws me in, wants me to do right by Him, to do better with my life.....to live differently.

Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord.

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