So here we are at Holy Week. I blink and we’re at the end of Lent. Did this season fly, or is it just me?
Holy Week feels celebratory and mournful, a time for reflection and a time for action. I sat in the Palm Sunday service at church yesterday and could hardly wrap my mind around it. God’s love is just like that: big, and often beyond full grasp.
This Holy Week is a week of dichotomy, of highest-highs and lowest-lows. It’s a week of extreme joy and extreme pain, of deep mourning and vibrant celebration. This week offers humility and humanity in great, big Savior-sized doses.
Holy Week, like life and humanity itself, carries so many highs and so many lows.
Palm Sunday . . . celebration, cheering, championing. Things look bright from our perspective, from our angle. Again, the human experience.
Days later, the scene looks dramatically different. Humans are fickle in the worst way, aren’t we? The same man we lauded as Savior on Sunday is scorned and destroyed only days later.
Pain and abandonment and betrayal. Familiar.
The story arch of Holy Week mirrors the story arch of life in many ways.
Then crucifixion and death: our punishment at its core. Maundy Thursday, Good Friday. His saving grace, at its core . . . unexpected, undeserved, absolutely beautiful.
Sunday again and He is Risen. Jesus lived the life we should have lived and died the death we should have died . . . amazing grace we don’t deserve from an amazing Savior we can only praise.
Holy Week concludes with life’s most ultimate, life’s most lasting. Jesus changes everything.
What strikes you this season as you reflect on Lent, Holy Week and Easter? I’d love to hear where your heart is.