Good Friday is a time for meditations. Here’s one of mine.
I imagine one of the Lord’s disciples, getting up early one morning, after the triumphal entry, and writing a letter home from Jerusalem.
Dear Mom and Dad,
Just a note to wish you a happy Passover and to tell you what’s been going on here.
It’s been just incredible.
I didn’t know what to expect when we came to Jerusalem, but I never expected we’d be rock stars! All the people turned out in the streets to cheer the Rabbi. They waved tree branches. They laid their robes down in the street for his donkey to walk over. The children were dancing and singing. It was a party! It was incredible!
I always knew the Kingdom was coming, but I’d never really expected to see it, I guess. Everybody’s talking about the Rabbi. We’ve got the whole city on our side. It’s going to happen! Soon the Rabbi will sit on the throne. He’ll drive the Romans out. Israel will be a mighty kingdom again.
And your son will be a governor, at least.
That little farm you’ve always wanted? I’ll see that you get it. Only it’ll be a big farm. And when you come to visit me in my palace, I’ll send you home with expensive gifts.
Pretty soon now. Any day, it’s going to happen. Nothing can stop us now. We’ve got the momentum.
Ah. There goes the Rabbi. He seems to be headed for the temple.
I wonder why He’s carrying a whip?
God’s ways are not our ways. That’s one of the lessons of Good Friday. But let us remember that it’s also a lesson of Easter.
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