I love the awe and reverence of Holy week. There's something in the intentional remembrance of Christ's fierce, forgiving, non-violent expression of love that brings me face to face with the ugly places of my own humanity.
This morning my heart is dancing with Father inside of the disciples' words in Matthew 26:22, "Surely, not I, Lord? " None of them knew the true state of their own heart. None of us either...
Only when we allow Holy Spirit to illuminate the shadows and corners of our heart will we truly see. And there in that barren, desolate place, is the promise of John 14:18, "I will not leave you as orphans. I will come to you."
The beauty of remembering is rewarded in the celebration of its fulfillment. Father's love has been and is being continuously poured out. We've been caught up in the great dance of love and fellowship with the Trinity. And there, in that union with the Divine, all of the places of our hearts that were once lost to even ourselves has been found.
For truly, the wrath of men led the Divine to kiss our brokenness. Love released the guilty and in His mercy, redeemed and restored the damned. When the Incarnate One hung on the cross and kissed the depraved places of our being that are seemingly lost, even to us, peace on earth and goodwill toward all men found its expression in the beautiful words, "It is finished."
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