THURSDAY NIGHT
So Jesus at age 33, sat in a room full of friends to eat a traditional feast.
He had walked thousands of miles with them.
They’d slept under stars.
He’d been welcomed into their homes.
He’d been ousted from other whole towns.
Some ran TO him.
Some away.
Some wanted FROM Him.
Some just wanted to be near Him.
Those who loved Him, told others about Him.
Those unmoved – were ‘meh’.
Those in fury – stirred that.
This night was the night He always knew He was waiting for.
It was the night when their memory-based tradition would open… shift… diminish… increase… crack and be seen INTO in a way that would forever open its meaning.
That night among those friends also sat the one who would bring His executioners in a few short hours when they walked down and up from the valley outside the city to the garden in the grove.
Three years, they all knew him.
Three years, he watched Him.
A pivot point of all time.
Into the moonlight they came.
Swords and torches to collect The One.
That night, the Old Covenant symbols shifted.
Meant more.
The Covenant cup was opened.
The Old gave way to the New from then and forevermore.
“Do these things in remembrance of Me”
FRIDAY
The fury of man whose pride was insulted,
Whose power was threatened,
Whose religion was quaking from deep below…
Gathered their forces.
“Thorns and thistles it will produce for you.”
Plucked, twisted, jammed, crammed.
Crowned.
The fruit of the earth…
The growth of the curse…
On the head of the one whose blood was the only:
– To have never done wrong,
– To have never thought evil.
Who
In skin,
Was the perfect measure
– Of everything Good.
– Of everything God.
– Of everything Love.
As such,
Death – the thief,
Had no claim on him.
He voluntarily gave up His Ghost.
– Gave up His Breath.
And the angels held theirs.
Given not taken.
King of Creation.
King of the Earth.
King over Curse.
Yielded His Life.
SATURDAY
The first day ‘that’ week
“Hosannah’s!!” rang out.
The sixth day that week
“Crucify Him” drowned all other voice.
And so it was.
The seventh day that week
– all was quiet… except for weeping
– all was still… by Sabbath law
The Last day of the Old Way
His body
– macerated beyond recognition.
His Earth Skin
– Dead.
But…
His Essence?
His Spirit?
His “Ghost”?
Well – there were places to go and people to see.
This who loved Him mourned.
The Fury-Stokers; scorned.
Earthside
– all was still.
Flipside
– things were changing Big Time.
‘Easter Saturday’ is not a nothing day.
SUNDAY
Death.
Death over Jesus?
– no claim
– no power
– no hold
The one to whom Death belongs – had no legal claim on Him
He arose.
Mission complete.
Baton handed.
“For God loved the world SO much that He gave His only Son
So that whoever believes would have eternal life”
He came to set us free from the law of sin and death.