When I was a kid, this was always a busy week. There was planning for the big meal next Sunday. Would it be ham or lamb? Some years, I’d have a new suit – usually a couple sizes too big, so I could grow into it. My mother would be cleaning the house for company. There were eggs to dye and chocolate to look forward to.
For a lot of us, it can still be a time for planning.
But before we get too caught up in next Sunday, we need this Sunday. We need to remember.
Remember that the crowd that cheered Jesus also condemned him.
Remember that the voices praising him also called for his death.
Remember that those who loved him and promised loyalty also abandoned him, denied him, and betrayed him.
And if you want to know who did that, just look at the palm branches in our hands.
We are guilty.
While we may not want to admit it, Christ’s Passion goes on today. Our betrayal of him continues, in ways large and small.
How often do we praise God on Sunday…and damn Him on Monday?
How often do we shrug Him off when things become too difficult or the rules too hard or the demands of the Christian life too taxing?
How often do we treat love as just a sentiment for greeting cards, and not a command for living?
How often do we see suffering in the faces of those in need, and simply turn away?
Christ continues to bleed and weep and cry out, “Why have you abandoned me?” He cries out today to us. Whatever you do to the least of these, he said, you do to me.
What do we do?
We encounter him on the subway, step over him on the sidewalk, and go out of our way to avoid him when we feel like he might make demands on our time.
At the office, we make jokes at his expense, or spread gossip about him at the water cooler. We suck up to people who are more popular, or attractive, or influential at work – and barely give the unimportant person answers the phone the time of day.
Whether we realize it or not, we see Jesus every day, read about him in the papers, hear about him in the news. He is everywhere there is someone who is small, or neglected, or disrespected, or discarded.
He is with the unwanted and unloved, the bullied and abused.
“Why have you abandoned me?”
Do we hear him?
We find ways to justify our choices. But it can’t be denied. Whenever we choose death over life, sin over the gospel, popularity over integrity, indifference or disdain over love – in short, whenever we have turned away from Christ – we who claim to believe in him have, instead, betrayed him.
We have said, “Give us Barabbas.”
We have said, in effect, “Crucify him.”
And we have done it with palms in our hands and the echoes of “Hosanna” in the air.
We need this Sunday to remember that.
And we need these palms as a reminder – and a challenge.
Last night the missus and I went to our youth group's live rendition of the Stations of the Cross. It was surprisingly well done and very moving. The kids (older teens) did a heckuva job putting this together and Father Mike along with a number of others contributed musically. It was simply outstanding and I confess to becoming emotional in spots.
If you've never been to something like this, you should make it a point to go.
Here's a 30 minute rendition using snippets from Mel Gibson's The Passion of the Christ. Well worth your time as we enter into Passion/Holy week:
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