Passion week in and of itself is a busy week if nothing else. Jesus teaches and talks, prays and walks, loves, gives, serves, eats, commands, invites, rebukes, laughs...and all this before a betrayal, an arrest, trials, beatings, mockings, and the horror of the cross. There is a hurricane of activity that ends in the life of Jesus being taken.
In the aftermath of the crucifixion there is confusion, there is fear, there is emotion, there is pain. It is a mess. And then the resurrection. Life comes forth from death. Joy comes forth from sorrow. Hope comes forth from doubt. Jesus comes forth from the grave.
Death on Friday. Life on Sunday. And a mess in between. I believe that this world is a Saturday world. It lives amidst the confusion and fear and emotion and pain. It exists in the mess. But resurrection is coming. And we who understand the resurrection of Jesus have the opportunity to bring a glimpse of resurrection into lives lived in the mess.
On Easter Sunday I will board a plane bound for New Orleans. I find this to be especially appropriate. My reflections on the Cross and on the Resurrection this week have brought me to the point once again of wanting to take action. I want to stand up for injustice. I want to fight suffering. I want to be the voice for those without a voice. I want to take up a cross, commit my spirit into the hands of the Father, and die to myself in order to provide a glimpse of resurrection.