The days are full as Easter approaches. There are Easter baskets to fill. Party planning and meal prepping must be done as we anticipate large family gatherings this weekend. The holiday can come and go in my rush to make it perfect.
But then I see Him in my mind’s eye.
Riding in on a donkey, where He was most comfortable, among the people as one of them. They waved their palm branches, claiming, “Hosanna!” Yet He knew, that by the end of week the chant would be much different, “Crucify Him!”
Allowing Mary to anoint him for burial, while Judas departs to turn Him in for a handful of silver.
Sitting with His disciples at Passover and getting up to kneel at their feet to wash the dust and dirt off of their feet. Humbling Himself, yet again, to show these young men His intense love for them.
Arrested in the garden as He cried out to God, knowing what the next hours entailed. Charged with blasphemy. Watched His own turn on Him.
Beaten. A crown of thorns thrust upon His head. Arms open wide, they hammed large stakes into His hands and feet, but they weren’t finished with Him.
A sign above Him on the cross read, “This is the King of Jews” to mock and ridicule a man who claimed to be from God. They sat at his feet as he struggled to breathe playing dice for His belongings. The crowd screamed at Him, “If you are the King of the Jews, save yourself” as they laughed at His pain.
Yet, He cries out, “Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.”
For three hours He hung in agony. Finally shouting, “Father, I entrust my spirit into your hands!” and breathed His last breathe.
A man named Joseph asks for Jesus’ body wraps it in fine linen and places Him in his own tomb.
Jesus’ followers mourned and ran. Death had won, so it thought.
Yet, when Mary and Mary Magdalene set out to anoint the dead body of Jesus, an angel in His place met them. “Why are you looking among the dead for someone who is alive? He isn’t here! He is risen from the dead!”
The women ran to tell the others. For days Jesus would appear to His people to comfort them – to again, show His love for them.
He is now with us, always. Death has lost it’s sting.
Today, I want to put away my Martha ways and anoint the feet of my Jesus.
Today, I feel the desire to be Simon and carry the cross of my Jesus.
For it was my sin that put Him there. Yet, it was His love that compelled Him.
The perfect love of Jesus.
As Jesus walks with me today, with open eyes and an open heart, I will set a pace that invites opportunities to spread this love that I’ve been freely given.
Written by Nicole Dickey