Steve Benoy writes….
One of the things which we often miss out on around this time of year is fully remembering the events of what we call Holy Week. Because we usually gather on a Sunday, unless we are intentional about it, we go from one service full of praises as we remember Jesus entering Jerusalem to the shouts of Hosanna, to another service the following Sunday where it’s all Thine be the glory and Alleluia Christ is risen!
Even this forgets that on Palm Sunday, dark clouds of opposition to Jesus are growing gloomier by the minute, and the bright rays of resurrection the following week actually were utterly confusing to the first disciples. And in between, there has been the utter emptiness and loss of Friday.
We talk about being a Christian as walking with Jesus. Perhaps this year, our circumstances might allow us to walk with him, just a step further each day. And perhaps our resurrection joy might grow from different, richer soil on Sunday.
From time to time we speak of Jesus as the man born to die. At Christmas time we celebrate the birth of the Saviour, but even then it can be tempting to move quickly in our minds from the vulnerable baby and linger instead on the wounded man, the irony of the carpenter nailed to a piece of wood.
Can you imagine what it must have been like for Jesus to know his fate from the beginning? We live in uncertain times. We make plans all the time but now more than ever we see how temporary they are. We’ve made plans, got our goals, nurture our ambitions & dreams, but then reality happens.
Jesus, the Word made flesh, knew his fate from the beginning. It is written, the Christ will suffer and rise, He said.
He knew three years before when the devil had tempted him in the desert, offering a shortcut to glory, an alternative kingdom. All this I will give you if you bow down and worship me. He knew to the point where he warned his disciples what would take place during that first Easter week, not once but three times. The Son of Man must suffer many things, be rejected and killed and three days later will rise. He knew when he pleaded with his Heavenly Father, sweating blood in the Garden of Gethsemane take this cup of suffering away, yet not my will, but yours be done.
I’ve been reading John’s gospel through Lent, and one of the themes in John’s gospel is how the cross is described as a moment of glory. Jesus repeatedly spoke of it as the time when he would be glorified, when he would draw all people to himself. For the glory of the cross was the moment when he would in ultimate exhaustion and pain declare: It is finished.
Today, we could simply look on from 2000 years distance and admire the courage and nobility of this suffering. Or we could allow the power of Christ’s suffering to provide the perspective through which we view the world as it really is, not as we would think it should be.
In truth, God thinks the world should be different. He made it to be so and one day will make all things new again. We know our world is a world of wonder and yet also of suffering. Often we are insulated from this. So it is rare for practically every country in the world to be threatened by exactly the same thing.
Suffering calls out of us the courage to say: this is what matters to me, this is who I am, this is what I dare to believe. And in suffering we also ask God to justify himself. Where are you? What are you doing? Why can you not change this?
The fact is that Christ’s suffering means God is not only worth our attention in the good times. He doesn’t scarper at the first hint of trouble. He shares our longing for a different world, a new heaven and a new earth. But he will share our journey through this world, whatever may come.
The God we believe in is a God who suffers but for whom suffering is not the end. The God we believe in is a God who dies but who says death is not the end. The God we believe in is with us in life as it is, and points the way to a life that will be.
The cries of Christ on the cross are also the cries in the deepest parts of the human heart. There is the cry of suffering and struggle: My God, my God, why have you forsaken me. There is the cry of hope and trust: It is finished.
We are truly followers of Jesus, we are truly taking up our cross and following him, when in the midst of struggle we trust, when in the heart of suffering we stir our hearts to hope, when we open our lives to receive God’s life poured out as he dies on a cross.