The Sixth Week of Lent
These are the final days of Lent. The events to come overshadow them, haunt them. We hear the raucous shouts of the crowd but know the taunts are coming. We see the royal prince riding up on his donkey and know that a coup awaits. This coming king will be crowned with thorns. The cheering crowds will jeer. The priestly rulers will offer up a sacrificial lamb to protect their wealth and power. They see threat and danger, not faithfulness and mercy. They see a Galilean rebel, not a Davidide come in peace. They do see clearly the call to change the world and this they will not abide. They do not believe. The world is as it is. Power and wealth reign, not mercy and truth.
So there are whispers of conspiracy as we wait for Jesus to wash feet and break the bread. They plot as we pray. The mob is marching to grab Jesus in the night, away from the crowds, as we with bellies full doze off.
Shadows haunt this week, yet also anticipation. The grave may be coming, but so is Easter morn. Spit may fly but so will mercy. Hate may rise, but love rises higher. The lament will give way to the trumpet blast. Darkness gives way to light. The paschal lamb arises. The anointed one reigns.
And through the water of baptism we walk with him to Golgotha and rise to newness of life.
in a broken world you have raised up the broken body of your Son
that we may turn to you and live.
Wash away all that corrodes the human heart
and raise us each day into life that is true and enduring.
– A prayer for the sixth week of Lent
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