This past week has just been one of “those” weeks at our house. You know one of those weeks where nothing seems to go right, nothing terrible, just a bunch of little annoyances that add up to a really stressful week. Even though nothing devastating happened, it was hard not to have a pity party and let all the little distractions get me down.
Then, today at church, we celebrated Palm Sunday. As a side note, I’m so thankful our church celebrates this Sunday because it’s one of my favorites on the church calendar. Anyways, as we were waving our branches and worshipping the King of Kings it hit me that today marks the hardest week in the life of Jesus. While the week begins with his triumphal entry, it quickly moves towards his death. As each day of that Passover week passed, the tension in Jerusalem concerning him mounted.
Jesus starts the week being hailed as the King of Kings and by the time Friday rolls around he will be betrayed by one of his followers, deserted by the rest, sentenced to death on a cross and worst of all separated from his Father in heaven.
Okay, so maybe my week wasn’t so bad. Yeah, my family was sick and my washing machine broke and the appliance store royally screwed up my order of a new machine, but Jesus suffered and died for the sins of every person who has ever lived or who will ever live. Wow, talk about gaining a little perspective.
Don’t get me wrong, I know that God was with me and my family this week. I could see His hand in so many ways and I am thankful that he cares about all the mundane details of my life. But, I am also so thankful for His Word and the gentle nudging of the Holy Spirit reminding me that as hard as life seems to me; I will never suffer as Jesus suffered for his children.
My prayer this Holy Week is that I would keep my eyes on Jesus, “the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God.” (Hebrews 12:2 ESV)