Hi friends! I hope you’ve all had a great Holy Week and just a good week in general! It’s Good Friday which is the day that Jesus was crucified to atone for our sins so we could have eternal life with Him.
Today when I was reflecting and thinking about what I wanted to share, I thought back to when I read through the Gospel of John earlier this year and how amazing it was to see the beautiful heart of Jesus expressed on the cross. So today, I’m sharing a poem called “Passion.” It follows the story of Jesus from the last supper all the way to His crucifixion.
Anticipation
Imagine being alive a little over two thousand years ago. That vague knowing in the back of your head that something is coming. Something big and something good. It’s been prophesied for centuries and you’re beginning to lose hope. The world is in political turmoil and while people are suffering, the self-righteous keep ruling and dictating. The world heaves in its burdened state and looks to the past for answers. Only the past says to look up, and doubt is creeping in, and then a man named John sparks the faintest glimmer of hope. He is near. He is coming soon. The Messiah. That sounds a lot like today right? Well except the man named John part.
Thinking about that–that feeling of anticipation and expectation that your Savior was coming would be unlike anything we’d ever experienced before. We are operating on blind faith because we truly don’t know any of the logistics. But the past says His promises never fail so we hold on to that truth and look to the future.
I hope you give it a read and that you know that Jesus loves you so much and your life is worth living for Him. And don’t forget, friend…Sunday is coming.
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.
John 3:16
Passion This bread, eat. This wine, drink. Remember me. And then it was night. Fervent prayer in the garden Crying Abba, Father. Praying for His will to be done for His own to be one. We looked upon His Holy face and made a choice. Human heart unfurled in a kiss of betrayal. Owning His purpose, He put up no fight. He said “I am” and went into the night. A whirlwind of chaos and fear crept in So we decided, to thrice deny Him. And de ja vu pierced through that midnight sky. Guilt weighed thick in the air. He was bold, so brave for He knew His worth. He brought Truth, we chose lies, and took sin’s side. A crown of mockery and of blood. He was adorned with scorn. Flog after flog, wince after wince, outcry after heart-cry, tear after tear. Never pleading for a cease. And we said “That is still not enough” We said, “Crucify” for all the wrong He has done. He trudged, grieved, ached, heaved, the vessel for His demise without a protest in mind. Body bloody, battered, bruised. Hands pierced, feet too. Defiled upon that tree. Then He looked at me As a mother, a father, a husband, a wife, a daughter, a son, a sister, a brother, a friend, a sinner. Prayed for me. Fought for me. Breathed His last breath for me. ~ AnnaLisa Hutchinson
