This week was a week of loss for Jesus when "God was forsaken by God" - Martin Luther. We can never fully know the depth of that loss. My contemplation this week of my crucified Lord must lead to a crucified life. Spare me from a "do-it-yourself" crucifixion.
"Oh, wean this self from me that I
No more, but Christ in me may live!
My vile affections crucify,
Nor let one hidden lust survive.
In all things, nothing may I see,
Nothing desire or seek, but Thee!"
As I follow His last days on earth, may I know more than I ever have before that all that Jesus willingly endured was for my sake...and yours.
Sunday - Day of Acclaim
It wasn't that triumphal of an entry really. Jesus rode into Jerusalem on a beast of burden surrounded by a disorganized mob of humble folk. Jesus, the King of Kings, the heir of all things, the One to whom all knees will bow, had need of a poor despised animal "whereon man never yet had sat." He used the humblest of His creatures. Would you expect any different when His whole life was one of great humility? What authority too in riding an untamed, unbroken colt.
He was not entering with pride, but wept aloud as He beheld the city. Perhaps his eyes were red and his cheeks raw and tear-stained as he rode through the city. "Would that you, even you, had known on this day the things that make for peace! But now they are hidden from your eyes." Jesus had come "to guide their feet into the way of peace" but they were blind even as they shouted "Hosanna!" Jesus deserved their praises, but they did not receive Him.
Ultimately, every knee will acknowledge His lordship." At the name of Jesus every knee will bow in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord to the glory of God the Father!"
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