April 11–The quiet, dark, confusing day

Today is Saturday of Holy Week.

On Thursday we went to a Maundy Thursday service. There we remembered that during His last Passover meal with His apostles, Jesus gave us a new command: “Love one another as I have loved you.” 

This was the same night that Jesus knelt down as a lowly servant to wash the feet of His followers to show them what His love is truly about–humbly caring for, and cleaning, even the roughest, dirtiest areas of our lives.

Yet, we are cut to our souls to know that this new command of LOVE was given on the very same night when Jesus was left alone, by all His closest friends, as He poured out His heart in agonizing prayer to His Father.

It was the same night that Jesus was betrayed by Judas, one of His closest followers, who with a kiss brought a crowd carrying clubs and swords to seize and arrest the Prince of Peace.

It was the same night that the one Jesus had named Peter–the Rock–would choose to lie about Him and three times deny even knowing Jesus. How could this outrageous denial happen? Wasn’t it Peter who had once boldly proclaimed, ” You are the Christ! The Son of the Living God! ” ?

On Friday we went to a Good Friday service that had us look full in the face of our Jesus as He suffered a horribly ugly, shameful, unjust, undeserved death on the cross. He was falsely accused. Jesus was mocked, slapped, beaten with fists, whipped with the flesh-ripping lashes. His holy head was punctured and bloodied by the fierce push of the crown of thorns. His feet that walked so many miles to preach good news to the poor and His healing hands that had healed all manner of illness, cast out demons and gave life back to the dead were now brutally stopped as nails hammered into them, pushing His flesh and blood into the wood of the cross. And even after Jesus committed His spirit into the hands of His Father and gave up His last breath–His side was pierced by the forceful stabbing of the soldier’s sword.

On Friday Jesus died in an agony of spirit and body–that none of us will ever fully comprehend. He suffered the physical torment of outrageous brutality while bearing the weight of every sin ever committed by every person throughout all of human history. Jesus died for me. For my sin. For you. For your sin.

On Friday His dead, disfigured body was taken down from that cross, and Jesus was buried in a tomb that was meant for another.

And now it’s Saturday. No more lies. No more betrayal. No more denial. No more brutality. Just death.

This is Saturday–the Sabbath. But rest comes only as shock. Only as numbness. Only from exhaustion of body, mind and spirit. It’s quiet. It’s dark. It’s confusing. 

This is Saturday, and we wait…there is something we are holding onto…but right now that something is indistinguishable. It is the shock and the numbness that are far more real and more tangible than anything else right now on this Saturday…on this Sabbath. Too many questions. Too much confusion. And so we wait…

Surely he took up our infirmities and carried our sorrows, yet we considered him stricken by God, smitten by Him, and afflicted.

But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wournds we are healed.

We all, like sheep, have gone astray, each of us has turned to his own way; and the LORD laid on him the iniquity of us all.  Isaiah 53:4-6

In love, peace and purposeful passion,                                                               Sylane

2 thoughts on “April 11–The quiet, dark, confusing day

  1. Dear Sylane,
    What a powerful, yet sobering message from the Word!

    In my quiet time with God this morning I was imagining how I might feel if I were one of Jesus’ disciples on that Saturday after He was crucified. I think you summed it up very well with words like, shock, numbness, many questions and confusion.

    However, my conclusion this morning was, “I know the result! I know what comes next! I can celebrate today what tomorrow represents…the Resurrection of our LORD Jesus Christ! AMEN!

  2. Dearest Sylane,

    Thank you…..this is so meaningful to me, much more so this year than in years past, for some reason; and what I guess you could describe as “hauntingly beautiful,” too. I think it’s fitting that today is such a dismal day, weather wise, as if even the earth itself that God created is in mourning, holding its breath and just waiting…….

    It’s highly unlikely that I’ll be able to check emails, blogs and such tomorrow; so let me wish you and your family a glorious and joyous Resurrection Sunday. Christ is risen…..He is risen indeed!!!

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