As we have entered Holy Week you can expect that this is to be an emotional week. This week we face birth, death and life head on.
“…they brought the donkey and the colt, and put their cloaks on them, and he sat on them. A very large crowd spread their cloaks on the road, and others cut branches from the trees and spread them on the road. The crowds that went ahead of him and that followed were shouting,
‘Hosanna to the Son of David!
Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord!
Hosanna in the highest heaven!’” (Matthew 21:7-9).
Yesterday was a bittersweet day. As we read this passage are hearts are filled with the joy of the crowd as Jesus rides into Jerusalem but we know of the sorrow to come. I wonder if that is how Jesus felt? He rode into Jerusalem knowing what his fate was and yet there is nothing in the passage to suggest he showed it. There was no mention of visible tears or fear. He had told people of what was to come but they did not understand, he was alone.
There are probably stages in all our lives that we have felt something similar to this. Feeling misunderstood, alone or putting on a mask while those around us celebrate and fail to recognise our pain. Jesus has felt it too. He then went on to face the hardships, to rise against them.
As we come into Holy Week, we begin to face the difficult problems in life, begin to face the stark contrast of life and death. I am going to embrace this time of reflection, to allow myself to grow; mentally, physically and spiritually. There will be easy steps that I will face and there will be long, hard roads that I would prefer I did not have to. We can be broken but still have the chance of life and we can be full of life but still face the fear of death.