This Week, I Will Weep
One of my small group leaders asked the students last night, “If you could time travel and go back to that Palm Sunday…. Jesus is riding in on the donkey. You are in the crowd with all the knowledge you have today. What would you do?
What a question. What would you do if you knew what was about to happen? And you were in the crowd.
Would you fervently speak the truth? Scream out who He really is? Would you try to convince them not to turn on Him?
Knowing that the crucifixion was the plan all along … would you stand up for the injustice of it all? Or silently watch it play out?
I can imagine feeling pure agony. Seeing my Lord in person. Feeling the awe of knowing Him. The awe of being in His presence.
I would want to touch Him. I would want to sit with Him. I would want to weep with Him.
I would weep… that He has to do this.
I would weep… that I am the reason why.
I would weep… to see the love on His face.
I would weep… at how undeserving I am of that Love.
I would weep… about the present injustice in our world. Does He know? I don’t want to tell Him how He is about to die for us and we still can’t get it together.
I would weep… because He knows.
He knows exactly why He will die. He knows that even though He will pay the ultimate sacrifice, we still won’t pay much attention. We still won’t breathe every breath for Him. We still will want more. We still will be selfish and power hungry. We still won’t stand up for the poor, the frail, the immigrant, the homeless. We still will pick groups of people to alienate. We still will wage wars. We still will create division even among our own. We still will refuse to love unless we get something out of it. And still… He will die. He knows and still He will.
And I will weep.
The Friday pain is deep. The Saturday pain is real. The 3 days are agonizing.
But Sunday cannot come without Friday and Saturday.
We must weep. Don’t skip over the pain. It is part of the process.
He knows and He still will suffer. For me. For us.
So this week, I will weep.