Some time during Holy Week--maybe it was Sunday afternoon when the crowd was still cheering their Messiah--Jesus warned his disciples of his coming death.
“The hour has come for the Son of Man to be glorified. Very truly I tell you, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds. Anyone who loves their life will lose it, while anyone who hates their life in this world will keep it for eternal life" (John 12:23-25).
Rejoice for He is risen! I will not leave you this week in the darkness of Friday afternoon. After #18 ("Beneath the Cross of Jesus" in InterVarsity's Hymns) comes #19! Thine Be the Glory, Risen, Conquering Son!
I have been working on a short story about the two disciples on the road to Emmaus on that long ago Easter afternoon, immersing myself in their grief, trying to imagine its transformation into joy as they recognized Jesus. (The lane at the left is on the campus of Nairobi Evangelical Graduate School of Theology in Kenya, but I can easily imagine my disciples walking down it.) For that reason verse two of this hymn struck me especially. Verse three makes me think of Thomas. Maybe I need to write another story.
"Worthy is the Lamb, who was slain,
to receive power and wealth and wisdom and strength
and honor and glory and praise!" Revelation 5:12
So sing the voices of many angels who encircle the throne of God. They number thousands upon thousands, and ten thousand times ten thousand. Do they ever set their praise to Handel’s music, I wonder?
The Lamb who was slain, is also our Great High Priest, the One who suffered all that was portrayed in Mel Gibson’s film The Passion of the Christ and more.
This week I dug an old Easter basket out of storage and set it in the center of our dining table. It’s decorated with silk flowers, and on the bed of supermarket grass in the basket are ten plastic Easter eggs.
Last night after supper we passed the basket around and each one took an egg. (This should properly be done on Easter Sunday, but my three-year-old granddaughter will be gone by then.)
LeAnne Hardy has lived in six countries on four continents. Her books come out of her cross-cultural experiences and her passion to use story to convey spiritual truths in a form that will permeate lives.