04/14/2020
This was the first time I had ever reflected on the last week of Jesus’ life before His resurrection. I became increasingly emotional each day. I felt like I was getting to know him better and I was becoming more attached to Him every time I studied about the events of each day. It was a strange feeling, to be honest. I’ve always admired Jesus when I have read and studied the gospels, but this was different. I felt anger when He felt anger. I felt pain when He felt pain. I felt heaviness when He felt heaviness.
I think it struck me first when He is looking over Jerusalem and is weeping over the city knowing all they needed to do and they just couldn’t bring themselves to do it. It makes me think of my mom watching me making one bad decision after another that would only lead to more misery. She couldn’t make me change. Jesus had to open my eyes and my heart but I had to choose to follow.
I couldn’t stop from crying when I read about the Last Supper. As I read each act of kindness He performed for His disciples that night, I felt this heaviness on my heart. He knew what was coming. He would be betrayed by one of His own and He would die a very painful and gruesome death. His friends would deny him, scatter and hide because nothing would make sense to them at first. He still prayed with all of His strength and then some. “My soul is deeply grieved, to the point of death; remain here and keep watch with Me.” (Matt 26:37)
He went away and prayed three times while Peter, John, and James fell asleep. They really had no idea what was happening, but it had to annoy Jesus, to say the least. Then came the betrayal, the trial, His crucifixion and His death.
Saturday seemed so quiet to me. Like something was missing in the world. There is a famous sermon that starts with “It’s Friday, but Sunday’s comin’.” It describes the garden and the betrayal and the crucifixion, but the world doesn’t know what is coming. It always gets me fired up. Jesus knew what He had to do because He knew what was coming.
He knew on Sunday, the third day, He was walking out of that tomb defeating death and Satan. He would claim victory for all of us. Death no longer has a hold on us. Sin no longer has a hold on us. We have freedom because He broke the chains that day. And that moment is relived every moment a new believer comes into the kingdom. Heaven rejoices because all that was done on the cross, the battle fought in the grave, and the victory displayed when He walked out of the tomb is relived every time. He didn’t just have to die as a sacrifice, He had to defeat death and come back to life to claim us all for His own.
Do you remember the moment that Jesus became real to you?
When you think about your own salvation and what your life was like before that day how did it change you?
Do you let Jesus continue to transform your heart?
Have you had the opportunity to see that in someone else?
Let us now reflect on the joy of the victory and praise God for His sacrifice, and also for the battle that He fought and won so that we could live with him again!