Holy Week

Nothing really jumps out at me today. I think about the mundane events of my life and the grand events that will come to pass over the next couple of days. Literally life, death, resurrection, and wonder will flash before us. It seems surreal and I guess for one on the outside of faith, it would be almost comic.

If not comic certainly tragic, for at the center of story lies the brutal death of a man. Of that we can be certain.

Over the next few days we are not worshiping tragedy. We wait with baited breath that moment when tragedy is overturned. The tragedy is not diminished. Tragedy is redeemed. Our comic, violent, hopeless act becomes overturned.

So in sense their hold to comedy is correct. Not in the laughable sense but comedy in the literary sense. A wrong will be righted. The tomb will be empty. Our darkness does not have to be that which condemns us. The story does not end there...

But I am too far into the story. On this night Jerusalem awaits...