This is my contribution for today to Living Faith Lent. I figured that since the season is about over, I won’t be depriving them of any sales by reprinting this.
I gave my back to those who beat me,
my cheeks to those who plucked my beard;
my face I did not shield
from buffets and spitting. Is. 50:6
Left to my own devices, and within the context of my responsibilities, I can essentially design – or, as the fashionable say these days, “curate” my own life. I can listen to what I want, turn off what disturbs me and tune out what don’t want to see or hear. I can, if I choose, live in a bubble, as clear or opaque as I want it to be.
But not this week.
This week, this Holy Week, I am thrust into the crowds. Crowds that welcome, then condemn. I must encounter the questioning, the faithful, the confused and the fearful. I lurk with the sinners and the saints. I hear the questions, the answers and the silence.
I can’t shut out the false accusations, the betrayals, and the blood. I can’t be selective, I can’t choose my own adventure, I can’t pick and choose what I think is right for me according to my own style, personality type, preferences or priorities.
This week, I am with Jesus.