Today We Weep
By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept…
Psalm 147:1 New International Version
Yesterday was Good Friday. I think that must make today Sorrowful Saturday. There will be joy, there will be rejoicing, but that won’t come until dawn has broken and brought us the Sunday of Resurrection.
Today, we sit at the riverside and weep as we remember. We remember the suffering, the agony. We reflect on the pain that Jesus went through in our place. We think of those events.
One day He rides into town and is hailed and hosanna-ed. Not too long after that He is hissed and booed. Shunned by the people He came to cheer. Arrested and questioned. Beaten beyond recognition. Friends, gone.
His followers had fled. Disappeared into the night. Now they hid in the crowd afraid to be discovered. Were they now silently praying the prayers He’d asked them to pray when they’d fallen asleep instead? Were they now beginning to understand what He’d tried to prepare them for? But how could they have understood this? This betrayal by one of their own. This public humiliation. This torture, this pain. When He’d told them of the seed that must die to bring life, how could they have imagined this?
Whipped, bruised, nailed, scorned, mocked. Alone. Alone and yet He reaches out to a dying thief and brings one more into the Kingdom. Alone and yet He looks down at a mourning mother and makes sure she will be cared for. Alone He cries to the Father who has turned away. Perhaps because even He can no longer bear to watch. Alone, Jesus dies. We weep when we remember.
Saturday’s sun brings no joy. Shines no light on the growing confusion. He is gone and sunshine feels like sacrilege. The hope that He brought, that He taught, was buried with Him. On this Saturday, the light has been swallowed by darkness and we sit on the banks of the river and weep.
Ah, but tomorrow! Tomorrow the Son shines. Tomorrow we will learn that in our darkness, He was fighting on our behalf. As we wept, He was securing the victory. Tomorrow He delivers that victory to us. Tomorrow we sing. Tomorrow we dance with Him. Tomorrow, we hold Him tight and promise to never let Him go. Tomorrow we rejoice because tomorrow He is risen.
Tomorrow, we will rejoice. Today, we will sit on the banks of the river and weep as we remember.
© Jan Renée 2011

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