I feel it all around me as I sit in my living room this morning. It is Friday. This day is filled with a myriad of emotions as we look towards the cross. We have hope, we know the end game, how the book ends and the good news…we win! But it’s Friday. There is a sense of heaviness in the air.
There is a book in the Old Testament called Ecclesiastes and chapter 3 speaks to this sense of mourning and sadness in these times:
v1 There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: v4 a time to weep and a time tolaugh, a time to mourn and a time todance.
A time to weep and a time to mourn, I feel it. As we reflect and look on the day that Jesus was crucified I can’t help but mourn and to weep at times. Because, when we boil it all down, it was not just the eating of the forbidden fruit by Eve, the sin and subsequent finger pointing of Adam (we are still paying for that one) that led Jesus to that cross. It was also me. It was my mistakes: my anger, lust, envy, pride, jealousy and a host of other shortcomings that called for a sacrifice for sin.
-It was me, it was you, it was us.-
So today is a day of somber reflection, of remembering, and mourning as we journey to the cross, that beautiful scandalous night, and look expectantly towards Sunday.
