It wasn’t supposed to be this way. This wasn’t the plan.
It had been a rather strange week. It began with Jesus being led into Jerusalem on the back of a donkey awash in the adoration of the crowd. Jesus had even turned over the tables in the temple and chased out the money changers. He had cursed a fig tree, been anointed by Mary, and taught some of his most challenging lessons. It had been a strange week.
But it wasn’t supposed to be this way. Just two nights ago, they had experienced the Passover Feast with Jesus. He took the unusual step of washing their feet, but he was teaching them about what it means to be a servant. Jesus was always calling them to service. He had said beautiful words to them about the importance of loving each other. He had also spoken confusing words about going away and sending “The Helper”. The night had been rather strange, but it still wasn’t supposed to be this way.
There shouldn’t have been a betrayal. There shouldn’t have been an arrest. There weren’t supposed to be beatings. There wasn’t supposed to be a sham of a trial. There definitely wasn’t supposed to be a conviction and death sentence. There wasn’t supposed to be a crown of thorns. There wasn’t supposed to be nails, wood, a brutal march thru the streets of Jerusalem. There wasn’t supposed to be mockery and insult. There wasn’t supposed to be a crucifixion among two criminals. There wasn’t supposed to be torture, struggle, and a heartbroken mother. There wasn’t supposed to be death. It wasn’t supposed to be this way.
Maybe you can relate in some way to the feeling of “it wasn’t supposed to be this way”. The divorce shouldn’t have happened. Your child shouldn’t have rebelled. The bankruptcy shouldn’t have happened. Your health shouldn’t have failed. Your friendship shouldn’t have deteriorated. Your job shouldn’t have been taken away. Your spouse shouldn’t have died. It wasn’t supposed to be this way.
On Saturday, the disciples knew it wasn’t supposed to be this way. This wasn’t the plan. Three years of following Jesus, listening to his messages, seeing his miracles, experiencing his compassion, and walking beside him, should not have led to this. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair. This was wrong.
Yet, there were no answers. There was no explanation. There was no sign of hope. Instead, there was a dead body, a sealed tomb and a host of shattered hopes and dreams. There was grief, pain, anger and despair. And God stayed silent.
You know what this feels like when life isn’t what it’s supposed to be. You have felt the hopelessness. You have felt the grief, pain, anger and despair. You have sat in the shards of shattered hopes and dreams. And God stayed silent.
And then Sunday comes. And Sunday changes everything.
If you are experiencing a “silent Saturday”, hold on for Sunday. Sunday is coming and Sunday changes everything.
If you would like to know about Sunday and how it changes everything, join us next Sunday, as we celebrate the risen Savior at 9a.m.