So we had Maunday Thursday where we remember Jesus getting arrested. Then Good Friday yesterday where Jesus gets nailed to a cross...and dies.
tomorrow is Easter. We all know what that one's about.
What about today? It's cloudy and cold and dull feeling. I have to be honest, if I wasn't polishing things up for tomorrow's service, I'm not sure I'd be thinking about the fact that this is the day Jesus was lying dead in a tomb.
As I thought about that this morning, it was a reminder of how we tend to compartmentalize our lives into nice tidy, convenient little clusters of meaning. No need to worry about Jesus today. That's what Sunday is for.
In centuries past, the church used to fast from Maunday Thursday night until Easter Sunday morning. They LIVED Holy Week in a way that connected Jesus' suffering to every part of their existence. They threw themselves into reflecting on and experiencing the suffering of Jesus. When Easter morning rolled around, they celebrated Jesus resurrection whole heartedly because they lived in his suffering and death leading up to it. I bet songs like Amazing Grace have a whole new meaning after that.
Sounds nice.
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