The Monday of Holy Week is silent. The gospel writers don’t tell us what Jesus did the day after entering Jerusalem on a donkey while exuberant fans celebrated Him, announcing Him as king.
I think about those people.
I would have been one of them.
The ones who welcomed Him Sunday and crucified him Friday because it turns out He wasn’t who or what they wanted Him to be.
They thought they knew Him. What He would do for them, what He wanted for them and from them, how life would look with Him in it.
But He wasn’t the kind of King that fit their understanding of the meaning of life.
He was the kind that rescued it.
redeemed it.
transformed it.
Today and every day, may we who love Him welcome Him to the whole of us, giving all that we are,
our time,
our words,
our money,
our talents,
our attention,
our relationships,
loving Him, our Savior, our King.
The King.
Voices of Sunday, not voices of Friday.
Blessed is He who comes to me in the name of the Lord.
The Holy God Who both created me and became my sin, taking my place, bringing me to Him with His own body and blood.
Blessed is He Who comes in the name of the Lord.
Faithful To Complete 