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Holy Week – Friday – Assault on Peace

John 18:3-11

So Judas came to the garden, guiding a detachment of soldiers and some officials from the chief priests and the Pharisees. They were carrying torches, lanterns and weapons.  Jesus, knowing all that was going to happen to him, went out and asked them, “Who is it you want?”  “Jesus of Nazareth,” they replied. “I am he,” Jesus said. (And Judas the traitor was standing there with them.) When Jesus said, “I am he,” they drew back and fell to the ground.  Again he asked them, “Who is it you want?” “Jesus of Nazareth,” they said.  Jesus answered, “I told you that I am he. If you are looking for me, then let these men go.” This happened so that the words he had spoken would be fulfilled: “I have not lost one of those you gave me.” Then Simon Peter, who had a sword, drew it and struck the high priest’s servant, cutting off his right ear. (The servant’s name was Malchus.) Jesus commanded Peter, “Put your sword away! Shall I not drink the cup the Father has given me?”

Good Friday, one of the most somber days in the Christian calendar, marks the day of Christ’s crucifixion. For the Hebrews, the Sabbath started Friday at sundown.  Leaving the second-floor apartment the motley crew followed Jesus to a small private garden to pray.  A place of seclusion, a place apart from all the noise and clamor of trumpets from the temple. Prayer of questions and acceptance brought peace to the heart of Jesus. The sweet serenity of the moment was broken by a small squad of Roman soldiers with torches and weapons.  Questions of “why” and “who” were accompanied with flashing swords and healed ears.  Peace interrupted. But not peace destroyed.  Jesus simply let go of this moment of peace and grabbed another. “Put the sword into the sheath; the cup which the Father has given Me, Shall I not drink it.” Peace for me!

Holy Week – Thursday – A meal and a promise

Matthew 26:26-29 A meal with friends pointing to a coming kingdom.

And while they were eating, Jesus took some bread, and after blessing, He broke it and gave it to the disciples, and said “Take, eat; this is my body.” And when he had taken a cup and given thinks, He gave it to them, saying “Drink from it, all of you; for this is My blood of the covenant which is poured out for many for forgiveness of sins. But I say to you, I will not drink of this fruit of the vine from now on until that day when I drink it new with you in My Fathers kingdom.”

We all have an understanding of Good Friday the cross  and the big day Easter and the empty tomb, but what Maundy Thursday?  Today is the day to remember a single meal in a little upstairs flat filled to the walls with religious zealots.  It starts with washing of feet an example of humility and love. It included a proclamation of a new commandment: “to love one another.” And it came to a conclusion with a ceremony about forgiveness. It was finalized with a promise of a new kingdom.  A kingdom that included those who are humble, those who love, those who are forgiven.  A kingdom where the father is delighted to meet with us face to face.  A kingdom where we can laugh and behold his glory.

Holy Week – Wednesday – Paying the price

Matthew 26:14-16 Then one of the twelve, named Judas Iscariot, went to the chief priests and said, “What are you willing to give to me to deliver Him up to you?” And they weighed out to him thirty pieces of silver.

Often, we focus on the crucifixion’s impact and horror this week.  Many in the faith practice a Wednesday of quiet introspection and self-examination. But here we see more than a quiet waiting for something bigger to happen. We discover the price the established religious hierarchy will pay to shut someone up.  The price to silence the voice that proclaimed the grace and mercy of God.  The price some would pay to muffle the voice which invited all that were thirsty to drink of the water that would never run dry.  The truly sad part of this account is Jesus being betrayed not by an enemy but a friend.  Is thirty pieces of silver worth your silence?

Holy Week Tuesday – Authority

Matthew 21:23 When He had come into the temple, the chief priests and the elders of the people came to Him as He was teaching and said, “By what authority are You doing these things, and who gave You this authority?”

It is a question that has been posed for two thousand years.  By what authority did Jesus do all that He did? Was Jesus more than a teacher, or a magician, or a charismatic leader? Is Christianity from God or is it just another man-made religion?  These questions were more than innocent questions by religious leaders.  They were questions of the very center of belief in God.  Religious leaders ask.  Elders ask. Leaders ask.  You may well ask. Yet all their asking was because of unbelief. The very nature of their asking was unbelief.  It is their unbelief questioning an omnipotent and all powerful God. Their question was can God make a difference in the world.  Any acknowledgement of the authority of Jesus diminishes all others. The effort to accept God’s authority over all other, starts with the asking.  Let us not let unbelief and opinions of others to be our authority.  It is quite acceptable to ask, as long as you accept the answer that Jesus is Lord.

Holy Week – Monday -House of Prayer

Matthew 21:12-13  And Jesus entered the temple and drove out all those who were buying and selling in the temple, and overturned the tables of the money changers and the seats of those who were selling doves.  And He said to them, “It is written, ‘My house shall be called a house of prayer’; but you are making it a den of thieves”

Our intent is often lost in the bustle of the every day.  The temple, designed by God to be a place for all to find a place to pray, a place to be forgiven, a place to connect with God.  Yet, instead of prayer, forgiveness and connection, there was nothing but distraction.  Doves, sheep, coins, barter, signs of business attracted the penitent away from purpose. Jesus was not just overturning tables and whipping the merchants, he was overturning the entire religious establishment. This week must be more than bunny rabbits and chocolate eggs. The house of God must not be sold by the latest merchandise.  The church, the body of believers must hold the sacred of our lives and not be distracted.

Holy week Sunday – Celebration

The first day of Holy week is a celebration of the Messiah: God breaking into the usual. It is a day of palm branches and shouts of pure joy. The euphoria of the moment passed quickly.  Jesus had performed countless miracles, yet most did not believe in Him. If God performed miracles today as He did in the past, the result would be the same. People would be amazed and would believe in God for a short time. That faith would be shallow and would disappear the moment something unexpected or frightening occurred. A faith based on miracles is not a mature faith. God performed the greatest “God miracle” of all time in coming to earth as the Man Jesus Christ to die on the cross for our sins (Romans 5:8) so that we could be saved (John 3:16). God does perform miracles—many of them simply go unnoticed or are denied. However, we do not need more miracles. What we need is to believe in the miracle of salvation through faith in Jesus Christ.

Blessed Assurance: jesus is mine!

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him. John 3:16-17

The emptiness of the cross and the tomb are twofold visions of assurance.  Both proclaim God is more than an absent slum lord. I sit here and focus on the emptiness, and faith springs again in my heart. The terrible sight of Roman cruelty creates in me a confidence, an assurance of my ultimate destiny. An empty tomb gives me hope and a vital assurance.

Redemption

He was born in Boston the last of seventeen children. His parents He wanted their little boy to have a career in the church. He attended school only two years before giving up on formal school and thought being a tradesman was a better life. Working for his brother as an apprentice, he learned the printing business.When he submitted a letter to his brother for publication he was turned down as simply to radical. Undaunted, he began writing to the paper with a false name and the identity of a middle-aged widow. When his brother was jailed for three weeks , he was released from the constraining editorial comments. His pseudonym said, “Without freedom of thought there can be no such thing as wisdom and not such thing as public liberty without the freedom of speech.” He left town and his brothers’ business a political fugitive.No one thought Benjamin Franklin would ever amount to much.2 Corinthians 5:17 “Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: the old has gone, the new is here.”We all need redemption!

Living up to a name

Writer David Roper wrote of an account in an elevator. Three men were quietly and complacently riding down from their workplaces. None of them seemed excited or even aware of their surroundings. For them, the day was done and were anxious to go home. Two floors above the lobby the elevator stopped to let on more passengers. The doors opened and a larger-than-life image of cowboy stared in. He was wearing an old and stained grey hat, a stained sheepskin coat and well scuffed boots.

This tall, rough, and lanky man looked intently through the open door at the current occupants and said, “Good, evening men.” All three men immediately straightened up and squared their shoulders. They all were making a new effort to live up to the name “men.”

Living up to the name. Being a Christian is more than living a life not much different from everyone else. Being a Christian is not living up to an idea or an implied expectation. Being a Christian is straightening up our shoulders and bearing proudly our faith.

Be on your guard, stand firm in the faith; be courageous; be strong. I Corinthians 16:13

On the Move

The accounts of Jesus seem to be characterized by movement.  He would never stay tarry long in any one spot.  Move, walk, go, come, get into a boat, go to a wedding, Jerusalem, Capernaum, always moving.  

The disciples had been sent two by two on missionary journeys. The teams were now returning to report their successes and disappointments. When the disciples had returned to the Master, they were tired, hungry, and wanted to share their experiences (Mark 6:30).  These disciples had traveled far and upon arrival, they were confronted by throngs of the curious, the hangers-on, and other would-be disciples all trying to get the attention of the Master. Pushing through the crowd they were situating themselves in the little space which remained in front of Jesus.  Each taking a seat in a semi-circle to isolate Jesus from the masses. It was their place of honor; all the others would have to wait. The oral reports were made, duly given in turn.  It was difficult to hear over the crowd’s comings and goings. Additionally, the rumbling of empty stomachs was adding to the distractions.

They had completed the stories of great and small successes and a few not so great.  Jesus listened intently and said nothing in direct response. They wanted to hear how they had scored on their first missionary efforts. They expected great accolades and praise from Jesus after recounting the fantastic things they had done.

“Come with me.” “I know you need rest and a time to recoup, but let’s take a walk first.”

They were already footsore from walking for the last two weeks or so.  Reluctantly these tired, hungry, and now frustrated disciples followed Jesus for a brisk two-mile hike down to the Sea of Galilee. Just a little stretch of the legs.  Besides, it was not time to eat lunch quite yet.

They arrived at the shoreline. The Sea edge was soft with small breaking waves. The soft breezes of the lake filled their lungs.  It was a good place to stop and rest. One by one the weary disciples sat down on the sand.

“Let’s get into the boats and to over to the other shore.”

Back on their feet they all boarded one of the boats and set sail for the other side. The wind was blowing in a direction making the journey longer than expected. Unfortunately for the missionary travelers, the word got out that they were on the move, and the people arrived at their destination first. The slow boat of disciples was slower than running around the lake.

They had been recognized and the whole of the region was alerted. Five thousand had come to see and hear Jesus. Jesus had compassion on them and started to teach.  As the words of God flowed as water upon the dusty ground the crowd was in rapt attention.

It was now late in the day and the disciples had not eaten much of anything all day.  Jesus did not show any hint of a conclusion. and with rumbling stomachs and sore feet, the disciples attracted the attention of Jesus saying, “We are in a very secluded spot and it is getting late. It would be best if you would send the crowds away so they can secure their physical needs.”

“You give them something to eat.”

They looked at Judas who was carrying the cadre’s combined treasury who simply shook his head. “That would take almost a year’s wages. Are we to spend the last of our money to feed the uninvited?”

After additional ceremony and miracles, the five thousand and the disciples were fed.

Time to move again, “Get into the boat and off you go to Bethsaida, I will meet you there.”

I get the impression from this account and many like them, that Jesus is a restless spirit.

I like the sense of God moving around. I like to think that God is already ahead of me wherever I am going, preparing the way, hoping that I will notice him in that place and that time. I also like the idea of Jesus continually on the move. He went to where the people were. And once he showed up somewhere, more people thronged to see him. The presence of Jesus was compelling, and even his detractors showed up to see what all the fuss was about.

Did the foot-sore disciples ever get their well-deserved rest?  The closest I find is in the upper room, as they were reclining at table.  Yet even then Jesus was still teaching.  He goes before us and He goes with us, and sometimes he hangs back to clean up our mess.  God is always moving.