Wednesday, March 24, 2010

facing myself

New Forest Donkey (3) by por2able.


photo: flikr,  por2able, new forest donkey


i wonder if it's just me who dreads Palm Sunday


after all, it was a happy day for those lining the dirt road


the whole crowd of disciples began joyfully to praise God in loud voices for all the miracles they had seen: "blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord! Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!" (Luke 19:37-38)


but those of us on this side of time understand how quickly the crowd turned


shouts of Hosanna! 


became Crucify!


{hypocrites}


i think i dread because i would have been...


i would have said...perhaps hollered................................


{it's so hard to even write}


crucify


because i am a sinner


and perhaps, on this side of time, i don't scream such a hideous word...


but daily i whisper silence!


when i choose the world over Jesus.


my sin nature boldly stares me down on Palm Sunday


{you hypocrite, you!}


making His saving me...His loving me...


all the more beautiful


and amazing


on Easter morn




*taking a few days off from blogging.  enduring palm sunday...walking, with held high {because of Christ}, to Easter.  

7 comments:

*The Beautiful Life* said...

Cathy... Thank you.

How soon we can forget where we once were, and how far He has brought us. And ALWAYS, ALWAYS at His own expense.

How soon we forget...

Thank you, sweet Cathy...

XOXO

Ruth

Jamie said...

I get it, Cathy...Am currently reading Adam Hamilton's "24" in a small group. Sheesh...I can't wait for Easter! The getting there is not easy.

carissa... brown eyed fox said...

thank you.
bless you.

hands down my favorite post of all.

God bless you my friend. be safe. love you.

patty said...

oh, it's beautiful, cathy. honest and complete.

Polly said...

What a lovely post full of honest reflection.thank you for giving me pause to think and pray

momentsofwhimsy said...

Absolutely beautiful and so poignant Cathy

Cate

W.B. Picklesworth said...

What a blessing it is when we can see the beam in our own eye. And yet, it remains difficult, at least for me, to resist searching for the specks in others' eyes. I suppose Romans 7 applies here, "sinful man that I am! What can save me from this body of death? Christ Jesus."

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