Holy Week 2014 – Four Days

Greetings Dear Reader,

So many images allow me to place myself in the upper room.  God has given me the gift of imagination and vivid understanding.  I have been in a room where I knew those around me were betraying my trust.  I have been handed over.

The difference is that I was at least partially guilty.  Even in the garden Christ seeks to avoid what is to come.  He feels the grief, pain, and weight of what he is undertaking.  He asks his friends to remain awake and pray with him.  They will not even do this.

The night is a progression of increasing solitude.  The time slips through the glass and becomes full.  Everything will change for all eternity.  In the darkness of that garden is the chance for there to be a new dawn.

My sin causes all of this; not mine alone but still mine.  My failures to do right bring this event.  My rejection of who Christ is and what he should mean to me in every moment bring this moment.  The first blood spilled is from pain and grief as the eternal Son begins the temporary separation from the Father he loves. 

Fathers and Sons fail each other and rifts, fissures, and separations occur because of sin.  This Father and this Son have ever been in harmony of thought and action.  They have never been separated.  They will, however, for the sake of all other Fathers and Sons, Mothers and Daughters; for the sake of me and my Sons and Daughters endure separation on the grandest possible scale.

It is not lost on me that the sin which started in another garden in another place and time is being redressed in this garden.  It begins here in this garden.  It is for me.  It is for my children.  It is for every parent and every child that this great pain is allowed.  How can I give anything less than all that I am in response?

The Garden – Michael Card

Trembling with fear, alone in the garden

Battle before the final war

Blood became tears, there in the garden

To fall upon the silent stone

There in the darkness the Light

And the darkness stood still

Two choices, one tortured will

And there once the choice had been made

All the world could be saved by the One in the garden

The light of the dawn, was seen in the garden

By gentle eyes so sadly wise

The angels appear, they come to the garden

Clothed with sighs, they realize

The One they adored from the start

Will be broken apart

By the ones He had come to save

So they're here simply now to be near

He's no longer alone; they sit by him and moan

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store."