…and suddenly, it is Holy Week.
We began our trek toward Jerusalem, the cross, and beyond six weeks ago. The journey began on top of a mountain, witnessing the mysterious and glorious transfiguration of Christ. Now, we go into the valley of the shadow of death before we celebrate the equally mysterious and glorious resurrection of Christ. First, though, it is time for a parade.
We will wave the palms, figuratively speaking, with Christians all over the world as Jesus rides into Jerusalem – Hosanna in the highest.
That is the challenge – to not miss Him as he rides by.
We can so easily miss Him. Distracted, discouraged, mindful of all that the world places before us – good and evil – in the latest twenty-four hour news cycle. It can be dizzying just to keep up.
So don’t miss the really big news. The Lord is coming – to rescue, to redeem, to love, to forgive, to bring hope and healing.
Suddenly, it is Holy Week. Don’t get distracted. Jesus is coming.
Hallelujah.
AMEN.
