We all make plans for days to come: some for vacations, some for the work-week,;some for medical procedures; some for endless to-do lists. Jesus had one too, this very week, some two thousand years ago. Here’s what he said: “We are going up to Jerusalem, and everything that is written by the prophets about the Son of Man will be fulfilled. He will be handed over to the Gentiles. They will mock him, insult him spit on him, flog him, and kill him. On the third day he will rise again.” Doesn’t that sound like an agenda? He told his disciples how he would celebrate his last Passover: “Go into the city to a certain man and tell him, ‘The Teacher says: My appointed time is near. I am going to celebrate the Passover with my disciples at your house.’ ” At that very supper, he showed his betrayer, Judas. Jesus told them, what would happen, and that He would arise again and meet them again.
This side of Calvary, we know the rest of the story. Can you imagine what these followers were thinking? Would we wash Jesus’s feet with tears?Is it possible for us to understand their terror at His arrest? Can we feel their anger at the authorities? Can we agonize as He suffered and died a criminal’s death so publicly? Would we dare come forward, as Joseph of Arimathea did, to remove the body and bury Him, knowing that the authories could arrest His followers? Would we stay locked up, fearful for our very lives until Easter morning changed the entire scenario for all of history, and for us?
“O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down,/Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thine only crown;
O sacred Head, what glory, what bliss till now was Thine!/ Yet though despised and gory, I joy to call Thee mine.
What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered was all for sinners’ gain;/ Mine, mine was the transgression, but Thine the deadly pain./
Lo, here I fall, my Savior! ‘Tis I deserve Thy place’ Look on me with Thy favor, Vouchsafe to me Thy grace.”
A career teacher, with forty years of teaching language arts/English, Betty Jackson enjoys wordsmithing, writing, and reading as a vocation and avocation.Retirement is her "age of frosting," a chance to pursue postponed hobbies with gusto. She especially sends kudos to the Space Coast Writers Guild members for their encouragement and advice. Her five books, It's a God Thing!, Job Loss: What's Next? A Step by Step Action Plan, and Bless You Bouquets: A Memoir, And God Chose Joseph: A Christmas Story, and Rocking Chair Porch: Summers at Grandma's are available at Amazon.com. Ms. Jackson is available to speak to local groups and to offer her books at discount for fundraising purposes at her discretion. She and her husband soon celebrate their 47th anniversary, and have lived in New York, New Jersey, Iowa, and now the paradise of Palm Bay, Florida. Their two grown children and daughter-in-love, all orchestra musicians, and our beautiful granddaughters Kaley and Emily live nearby. Hobbies, and probably future topics on her blog: gardening, symphonic music (especially supporting the Space Coast Symphony Orchestra as a volunteer and proud parent of a violinist, a cellist, and an oboist), singing, book clubs, and co-teaching a weekly small-group Bible study for seniors. She volunteers and substitute teaches at Covenant Christian School, and serves as a board member of the Best Yet Set senior group at church. Foundationally, she daily enjoys God's divine appointments called Godincidences, which show God's providence and loving kindness.