Thus begins the most important week in human history.
Thus begins the week that saw the culmination of the most important ministry in history.
Thus begins Jesus of Nazareth’s final ascent to the Cross, where He gave His life willingly for the sins of a broken, depraved world. I find myself a bit overcome by the gravity of it all, because the gift of salvation is so big that my arms cannot come close to enveloping it. I am pleased that I’ve not grown too comfortable with it. I hope the knowledge of Christ’s death for me always renders me without words.
So, let this resound. Say it to your friends. Say it to yourself. The words of Christ’s disciples have rung out in churches, echoing out from the hearts of disciples for thousands of years.
Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the Lord! Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!
And when Jesus was told (heh — someone gave God an order) to rebuke his disciples for saying that, consider His response:
He answered, “I tell you, if these were silent, the very stones would cry out.”
I love this.
The very ground we walk on cries out for God to restore it. Everything in nature points to Christ as Lord. Everything inside of us cries out for Christ to restore us, to bring us home with Him. That restoration can only come one specific way. The blood of the Lamb.
That is why we celebrate Holy Week, because this is where God saved us. It begins with Jesus’ triumphal entry into Jerusalem, and it ends with Him conquering death.
I implore you, spend time in your Bibles this week. I will do the same, and I hope to share what moves me.
Why? Because He lives.