March 28, 2021
Mark 15.1-39
+ This coming week is, of course, Holy Week.
And as we
begin it, I am doing so with a strange sense of hopefulness.
Last Holy
Week was a surreal one.
I have
said many times over this past year that last Easter was one of the most
bizarre and bleak Easters I had ever experienced.
And we’d
even had a baptism earlier that day.
This Holy
Week, however, begins with a feeling of real hopefulness.
I think
we may finally be heading out from under the dark cloud of Covid and looking to
the future with a sense of tentative hope.
Thigns
just feel a little better than they did.
Of
course, we’re still being cautious.
Of
course, we’re still being very careful.
But we
are moving forward, and I am happy that we are doing so.
As this
Holy Week begins, I also find myself a bit emotional, in addition to being
hopeful.
Yes, I know.
To have to
emotionally face all that Holy Week commemorates is not something I can say I
look forward to.
I think it is
emotionally difficult for all of us who call ourselves followers of Jesus.
How can it not, after
all?
We, as followers of
Jesus, as people who balance our lives on his life and teachings and guidance,
are emotionally tied to this man.
This Jesus is not
just mythical character to us.
He is a friend, a
mentor, a very vital and essential part of our lives as Christians. He is truly
“the Messiah, the son of the Blessed
One,” that we heard in our Gospel reading for today.
So, to have to go through
the emotional rollercoaster of this coming week in which he goes through his
own death throes is hard on us.
And today, we get the whole rollercoaster in
our liturgy and in our two Gospel readings.
Here we find a
microcosm of the roller coaster ride of what is to come this week.
What begins this
morning as joyful ends with jeers.
This day begins with
us, his followers, singing our praises to Jesus, waving palm branches in
victory.
He is, at the
beginning of this week, popular and accepted.
For this moment,
everyone seems to love him.
But then…within
moments, a darkness falls.
Something terrible
and horrible goes wrong.
What begin with rays
of sunshine, ends in gathering dark storm clouds.
Those joyful,
exuberant shouts turn into cries of anger and accusation.
Those who welcomed
Jesus into Jerusalem have fled.
They have simply
disappeared from sight.
And in their place an
angry crowd shouts and demands the death of Jesus.
Even his followers,
those who almost arrogantly proclaimed themselves followers of Jesus, have
disappeared.
Their arrogance has
turned to embarrassment and shame.
Jesus, whom we
encounter at the beginning of this liturgy this morning surrounded by crowds of
cheering, joyful people, is by the end of it, alone, abandoned,
deserted—shunned.
Everyone he
considered a friend—everyone he would have trusted—has left him.
And in his aloneness,
he knows how they feel about him.
He knows that he is
an embarrassment to them.
He knows that, in
their eyes, he is a failure.
See, now, why I am
not looking forward to this week?
But, we have to
remind ourselves that what we encounter in the life of Jesus is not just about
Jesus.
It is about us too.
We, in our own lives,
have been to these dark places—these places wherein we have felt betrayed and
abandoned and deserted, where we too have reached out and touched the
feathertip of the angel of death, so to speak.
It is a hard place to
be.
And it is one that,
if we had a choice, we would not willingly journey toward.
But this week is more
than dealing with darkness and despair.
It is a clear
reminder to us that, yes, we like Jesus must journey roads we might not want to
journey, but the darkness, the despair, death itself is not the end of the
story.
Palm Sunday is not
the end of the story.
Maundy Thursday and
Good Friday are not the end of the story.
What this week shows
us is that God prevails over all the dark and terrible things of this life.
And that God turns
those things around again and again.
That is what we see
in Jesus’ betrayal and death.
What seems like
failure, is the actually victory.
What seems like loss,
is actually gain.
What seems like
death, is actually life unending.
Now, in this moment,
we might be downcast.
Now, in this moment,
we might be mourning and sad.
But, next Sunday at
this time, we will be rejoicing.
Next Sunday, we will
be rejoicing with all the choirs of angels and archangels who sing their
unending hymns of praise.
We will be rejoicing
in the fact that all the humiliation experienced this week has turned to joy,
all desertion has turned to rewarding and wonderful friendship, all sadness to
gladness, and death—horrible, ugly death—will be turned to full, complete and
unending joy and life.
That is how God
works.
And that is what we
will be rejoicing in next week.
So, as we journey
through the dark half of our liturgy today, as we trek alongside Jesus during
this Holy Week of betrayal, torture and death, let us keep our eyes focused on
the Light that is about to dawn in the darkness of our lives.
Let us move forward
toward that Light.
Even though there
might be sadness on our faces now, let the joy in our hearts prompt us forward
along the path we dread to take.
And, next week at
this time, we will be basking in that
incredible Easter Light—a Light that triumphs over the darkness of not
only Jesus’ death, but ours as well.
Let us pray.
Holy and loving God, be with us as we follow Jesus along
this dark and ugly path. Help us we deal with all he had to endure. But help us
also to keep our vision on what awaits us on the other side of this week—your
Light and a dawn that will never end. We ask this in Jesus’ name. Amen.