A
lot of hopes were dashed in the days between Palm Sunday and Resurrection
Day. A lot of dreams of redemption,
salvation, righting of wrongs were crunched under the feet of those who thought
their salvation might be at hand. After
all, they were a depressed lot, they had hopes for their future and their
children’s future, yet the oppressive regime kept a firm finger on them.
Just
a few days ago they waved palm branches, shouted, sang and were exuberant over this
man of hope who came riding in on a donkey.
And
as the week wore on, their hopes diminished.
They heard things – accusations, verbal assaults, lies mostly. Words were twisted to mean what He never
meant them to mean. Things were taken
out of context.
Yes,
it was a sad few days, after all the exalting and waving, cheering and surge of
hope.
And
on Friday – dark Friday, well, that was the end. The cross was heavy, the
thorns pricked, the fatigue of the moment was almost unbearable. It was a dark Friday.
The
unruly crowd did what they had to do.
They brought out the nails. They
did their duty as it were and up rose the cross.
Down it plunged into the hole in the ground
with a bone-jarring slam.
The
storm clouds moved in. Hope moved out.
… AND HEAVEN
JUST STARTED
COUNTING TO THREE!
~FRIDAY! A dark day.
~SATURDAY! Quiet mostly.
Some still chuckled at the spectacle from yesterday. Some grieved.
Some wondered ‘what next’?
~SUNDAY! BAAAAAAAAAM!!!
And
on the count of three – hope was born!
And
because He lives ...
... My tomorrows are brighter.
... My fear is gone.
... My future is
brighter.
Life
goes on … just because on the count of three – HE LIVES!
Offering Words of
Hope Encouragement
Inspiration
One Word at a Time
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