Black – the darkness that descended at the time Jesus died
Blue – the sadness of Easter Saturday, the feeling of the disciples
White – the angels guarding the tomb
Green – the hope of the resurrection
Purple – the royalty of Jesus the King.
Easter is a time to reflect on the sacrifice of Jesus, the love of the Father and our own response.
Reflection
Jesus called out with a loud voice, “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.” When he had said this, he breathed his last. – Luke 23:46
“Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here; he has risen! Remember how he told you, while he was still with you in Galilee: ‘The Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, be crucified and on the third day be raised again’?” – Luke 24:5-7
Respond
Why did you die Lord Jesus? Why did you have to die such an inhumane death? Oh... you died for me? For all the muck in my life? For all the stuff I've done wrong, all the stuff I haven't done and should've?
Thank you Jesus for dying for me, for giving your life that I might live, forgiven and free. Thank you!
Amen.
Action
I choose to follow you today and each day of my life. I choose to live remembering your death for me, and the hope of your resurrection.
Help me to be a witness to you in all I say and do.
Reflect, today, upon how willing you are to embrace sacrifice in your own life. No, your sacrifices are not able to save the world by their own merit, but if you face your crosses in life, be they big or small, and if you intentionally and wholeheartedly unite them to the actions of Jesus that first Holy Week, then you can be certain that you will suffer with our Lord. But you can also be certain that your suffering will be transformed by the power of this Holy Week and lead you to a glorious sharing in His triumph over all sin and suffering.
The act of making a pilgrimage – traveling to a sacred place to encounter the divine – is ancient, probably as old as humanity itself. Perhaps the first Christian pilgrimage was that of the Wise Men, men who were not even believers in the Messiah, but who knew that “something” drew them from their homes and studies. Unsure as to what they sought, they found not a someTHING, but a someONE: Christ the Lord.
Who doesn’t love a story? Hope, conflict, wonder, desperation, loneliness, surprise, love, a hero. Story seems to be wired into our DNA. We all tell them, and we find many ways to do them.
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