Eat & Remember

Holy Week will soon officially begin; I think for many of us, it has already started.  The scene is set, the plot for his death thickens yet He enters Jerusalem to the tune of Hosanna! Hosanna to the Son of David! Hosanna, which by the way, means save us or rescue us.  The people wanted a king that will save them from their current situation, from political oppression and the like. The crowd plain wanted and perhaps needed saving, and Jesus is the one to do it. 

I have shed more tears in these two weeks than I have in any two weeks in my life except for when I grieved the death of my mum. My tears and yours echo the same Hosanna! Hosanna to the Son of David. I have cried. I still cry. I am confused, you are too, and Jesus Christ, the Messiah, is the One who needs to rescue us. BUT Jesus riding on a donkey knows that his plan to save is so much bigger than you or I can think up. He plans not just to temporary rescue but to forever be our Hero.

I am not sure though that I care about forever right now because today hurts. Maybe you understand the pain I mean; yeah, I am sure you probably do. Jesus is determined to save me from myself, and so he invited me home for dinner. 

At his table, the Passover, ready to share. He broke bread, passed the drink, and reminded me of the ways and times he rescued me. That time in Egypt, remember? He is quite good at rescuing even when I didn’t know that saving was necessary. “You don’t know the depth of your need beloved, trust me. I came to save you. Remember, ME.”  “Eat and remember.”  And so, I take a slice of bread spread my favorite jam and remember he is the only One who always comes to the rescue. Eat, today and remember.

Still, I cry, Hosanna! Knowing that this Son of David will save forever, he is good at it. My sweet Hero!