It’s Maundy Thursday.
I can never get through this day without significant tears.
It’s a real story, with real people.
A real man, living and working and loving, like us.
Yet he was also the King of Kings. And he knew what was to come.
A triumphal entry. A garden full of prayer.
A betrayal. A beating like no other.
A long, unimaginable walk for so weary a body.
Then thorns. And nails — so hard to imagine.
Yet even as he poured blood, he poured grace. He sought forgiveness for the very people who put him there. “Forgive them father, for they know not what they do.”
It makes me weep.
I am so unworthy of that kind of love and yet it is heaped upon me daily. It’s poured out me and on all of us. It’s the most amazing gift of all.
Life. REAL life. ETERNAL life… way bigger than this teensy blip on the radar over which we currently obsess. There is so much more to it than this.
There is a forever life that is available to all who want it.
I am so completely humbled.
My words seem so ridiculously inadequate, but I don’t know what else to say.
Thank you, Father.