Written by: D’Anne Mullin
As you may or may not know, this week, the week before Easter, is commonly referred to as the Holy Week. Starting with Palm Sunday, progressing towards Christ’s death and resurrection, this is a time where we hold fast to the promise that we serve a Saviour who died for our sins and rose again, defeating death and the grave.
In recounting the Holy Week, as it unfolded some 2000 years ago, my mind can’t help but wander to what Jesus was thinking. How He knew that in just a few short days he would be crucified. I wonder how overwhelmed the disciples felt when everything came to a head and all they had left were unanswered questions. I wonder how God felt, sending his one and only son to the cross to be the sacrifice to end all sacrifices. I further wonder if the women, whose lives intersected with Christ’s and were transformed by his mercy, love and grace, were part of the crowd and what were they feeling?
I think of one lady in particular; the one with the issue of blood. This woman had been suffering from this condition for twelve years. She had given all of her money to physicians, but to no avail. She was at the end of her rope. She just could not deal with the pain and disgrace any longer. She needed a miracle and heard that Jesus was in town. Getting as close to Jesus as she could, in her ‘unclean’ state, she reached out and touched the edge of his cloak. Immediately the pain was gone. She knew the bleeding had stopped. She was healed. She tried to hide, but Jesus knew she had touched Him. He always knows. He confronted her with a love she had never experienced before. Her heart exploded with love for her new-found Messiah.
Fast forward to Holy Week. I wonder if she had come to Jerusalem for Passover. I wonder if she just wanted to catch a glimpse of the One who healed her. I wonder how excited she was to see Jesus coming into Jerusalem on a colt. I wonder how distraught she was when everything went sideways and Jesus was hung on a cross. The bible and history do not tell us if this lady was there, but if she was, I can only imagine her reaction of sheer terror when she saw the events of “Easter” unfold before her eyes.
This lady was given her life back by the One who just lost His. “How can this be,” she thinks. I wonder if she stayed in Jerusalem, trying to compose herself enough to go home when, all of a sudden, word starts to spread through the city like fire in the desert. “Jesus’ tomb is empty,” she hears. “The stone has been rolled away,” another reports. I wonder how long it took her to realize that the prophecies had rang true and Jesus truly was the Messiah. I wonder if she always knew, deep down inside.
So, Daughters, as the Holy Week unfolds before us, let us rejoice that we have the full story. Jesus died and rose again and lives eternal at the right hand of the Father. He is the Saviour and Redeemer of the world. Let us never allow Easter to become a tradition or a celebration of time off work. It is a time of clarity for us in the modern age. A time of truth and victory. A time of deep joy and celebration as we lift high the name of Jesus and His work on the cross!