Hole-y Week

i'm supposed to be writing an informative speech research plan right now, but my procrastinating, lazy, easily-distracted self tells me to do one and a half million other things besides my informative speech research plan.
here I am complaining about all the work I have to get done while I put it off. isn't that typical.

my head has "busy-life" on its front burner, but my heart keeps saying "it's Holy Week."

what?

Holy Week. the brutality of the crucifixion come to life - the lives of the people demanding the death of a Savior through the humiliating, degrading, ruthless, morbid reality of the cross.

"there in the ground His body lay
light of the world by darkness slain..."

not only was there the demanding crucifixion of a Savior...but He's my Savior. my Savior put on that cross. my Savior mocked and beaten. my Savior separated from His Father.

that's the turning point of Love manifesting itself in me by the Holy Spirit: when God captures and breaks my heart to see, that the same hands who cradle the stars are the hands that bled for me.

"and on that cross as Jesus died
the wrath of God was satisfied..."

the weight of the sins of the world all on Jesus - all the world's brokenness, all of our mess. all our selfishness, pride, jealousy, hatred, lust, doubt, sinful tendencies, our idols and divisions and broken relationships, our straying away, our fear.

and to think, only for a few days are we in darkness with Jesus. this is where we have to continually preach the truth of the gospel to ourselves. like a broken record:

"then bursting forth in glorious day
up from the grave He rose again"

over and over and over.

"and as He stands in victory
sins curse has lost its grip on me"

sin was strong but Jesus is stronger. half the time do I really truly believe that...

"for I am His and He is mine"

rest, dearly beloved. you are His.

"bought with the precious blood of Christ."

Holy Week has had some holes. It's Thursday (after midnight). It'll be Friday. It'll be Sunday. Jesus will die and overcome death all in one weekend and honestly, I'll still be worrying about my Aural Theory exam.

but thankfully, this crazy story isn't only reflected upon and celebrated this week and weekend.

being snuck up on by Holy Week reminds me to embrace the Holy Mess of this beautiful thing we call life. Jesus resurrects every single day, & we rise with Him.

"Till He returns or calls me home
here in the power of Christ I'll stand"

oh, just come Home.