13 April 2017
Holy Week ~ Worth Dying For – Dinner with Friends
Greetings Dear Reader,
Almost every Thursday evening I have the joy of having dinner with my Son and Grandsons. It really is an oasis in my week. I love them all so dearly. Some nights I even pick out something that everyone likes. Tonight was such a night.
All through our lovely time together I pondered just how blessed I am to have these men as my companions. My Daughter was able to be with us tonight as well. She also enjoyed the repast I offered.
The moment was not lost on me. Here I was celebrating a meal with my family on the night we commemorate Jesus sharing his final meal before his death with his closest friends. He knows what is to come. He is aware of their fear and failures. He is fully aware of the cost of Passover.
The Lamb of God blesses the lamb. He shares the bread. He drinks the cup. He makes his promises. They sing a song and he takes them to the Garden to pray and watch. He knows what is coming. He has to be at the garden so the Judas and the soldiers can find him there. He is there to make the final commitment to the death, the burial, the redemption.
In the novel Chronicles of Thanatos the Reaper I try to capture this moment:
As he kneels praying, great beads of sweat mingle with the tears flowing from his eyes. The tension of the moment causes his pores to overload. A single drop of blood from a burst vessel slides down his brow and then his nose. It hangs there for a single transitory moment until a sob vibrates the drop loose.
The Son is kneeling in the garden. In the few seconds of time it takes the drop of blood to travel from face to ground, all of history is changed. Redemption has received her down payment and the earth is screaming. The scream is the sound of salt generously poured on an open wound. Healing can be as painful as poisoning, and much more costly.
It is in this that we must writhe and rest. It is in that first drop of blood in the Garden of Gethsemane that we see that time is truly full. We see that God’s blood is what it will take to win the day. I must not waste one precious drop, even the sweat mingled ones when I am busy judging the Apostles. It is all for me. It is all for you Dear Reader. This passion is because you are worth dying for.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
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.”
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