Easter Monday

This Holy Week has not been all that holy for me. What started as an incredible Palm Sunday with the Hosanna high and contemplation of the Suffering Servant who would wash feet, took a roller coaster ride through ordinary, earthly chaos, sickness, sin--"full of dirt," as the David Crowder song goes. I rushed around working on stuff for the church-wide Egg Hunt. We missed out on Maundy Thursday service, which I have grown to love these last few years in a Presbyterian church (Check out Reggie's blog and Amy P's for their beautiful reflections of the night). I shopped and cooked and wore myself out over the weekend. And I know that's not what it's supposed to be like.

But here on Easter Monday, the kids and I have stayed in on this chilly, rainy day. I'm trying to rest, enjoy my kids, get caught up with them, and have a moment of reflection. The images of the week, the extremes which Jesus experienced, keep coming to mind. The palms under the donkey's feet, the basin of water and towel, overturned tables in the temple, the cup of wine, a wooden cross, the shroud left behind.

Incarnation

He came as infant babe—
The Word made flesh.
Glory to God in the highest
And Peace on Earth!

He came as prophecy fulfilled—
The Suffering Servant.
Pierced for our transgressions,
Crushed for our iniquities.

He came to Jerusalem—
Willing and prepared.
Hosanna! Hosanna! they cried—
Then, Crucify! Crucify!

He came as perfect sacrifice—
Worthy is the Lamb, who was slain,
To receive power, wealth, wisdom, strength
Honor, glory, praise!

He will come again—
The rider called Faithful and True.
Amen, Hallelujah!
Amen, Hallelujah!