Holy or just Hard?

 

It’s Holy Week, yet I haven’t felt very holy.

Honestly, this week should have been called simply a Hard Week, if my example had any bearing on naming it.

From family conflicts to miscommunications,

 

from bad attitudes to hurt feelings,

 

from mistakes to misery,

 

yes, this week has been full of heartache.

 

The weary pain has beaten me down and the enemy has repeatedly whispered, “Give up, it’s not worth the effort”. It all feels too real and too hard right now. The tears have flowed repeatedly.

Again though, it is Holy Week, my friends. A week where we remember Christ as he walked up to crucifixion, bearing his cross, and willingly sacrificed his sinless self for my wretched one. He took my place --and yours if you believe on him for salvation.

I imagine that at this point in the week, two thousand and twenty-two years ago, the holiness must have not felt very real to the disciples either. I imagine it felt very hard and disappointing. They probably felt all was lost not knowing what came next. They believed in Christ yet everything they saw pointed to rising doubts and disbelief. How could any of this be what was expected?

Yes, when Christ was in the grave, life must have felt so heavy and hopeless.

 

 

My life reflects that.  With Millie in the grave, with present struggles and heartaches, with confusion all around us, life feels heavy and often hopeless. 

Yet like our own stories, the final chapter for the Messiah wasn’t revealed just yet. The current chapters were so confusing. The disciples were afraid because they didn’t hold the end of the book in their hands.

 

 

They didn’t know!

 

 

Have you ever considered that?  These 11 men who walked beside Christ on his ministry saw the ‘here and now facts’, but they did not have the bigger picture we have today when we are holding the Bible in our hands.  In some ways, their view may have been clearer seeing Christ face to face, but in many others it was clouded. They were Jews expecting a political King to come and reign, freeing them from the Romans.  They were anticipating a different time, even arguing when Christ told them how it would happen. Some thought they could take the same punishment as Christ, that they were strong enough to ‘drink from the same cup’. Others kept a wait and see approach.

 

 

Consider Thomas the doubter, the man who could not be sure everything he had heard and seen was true until he placed his hands into Christ’s side.  He needed proof that things would go according to what he thought was happening.

𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇 𝟤𝟢:𝟤𝟦-𝟤𝟫 𝖭𝖨𝖵

𝖩𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗌 𝖠𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗌

 

𝟤𝟦 𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗌 (𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝖣𝗂𝖽𝗒𝗆𝗎𝗌), 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖳𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾, 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖩𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾.

𝟤𝟧 𝖲𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆, “𝖶𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖫𝗈𝗋𝖽!” 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, “𝖴𝗇𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖨 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾.”

𝟤𝟨 𝖠 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝖩𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, “𝖯𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎!”

𝟤𝟩 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗌, “𝖯𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾; 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌. 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾. 𝖲𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾.”

𝟤𝟪 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆, “𝖬𝗒 𝖫𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖦𝗈𝖽!”

𝟤𝟫 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖩𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆, “𝖡𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖽; 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖽.”

 

 

On this hard, holy week as we walk up to another Easter morning, consider that no matter how limited our view, how dark the journey, we really do know the ending chapter.

 

 

Hang on, the best is yet to come… both here and in heaven.

 

 

 

~Telling Christ story {Because of Millie} 

 

Blessings sweet friends…

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I still believe in Millie’s Miracle
☆｡･:*:･ﾟ Hebrews 11:1 ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆
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