Once Upon An Easter

I have lived many Easter seasons. My early years in the choir and lay readers society, and my adult years as an intercessor and counsellor.

The years as a member of the choir and lay readers were all about singing Easter songs and reading about the passion of Christ.

Wait! As I write this, the word passion jumps at me. The thought of someone feeling so passionately about me to lay down his life so I could live, brings a lot of emotions back.

I specifically remember the song the Old Rugged Cross. The image the song paints keeps me sober. I love the lyrics, and I remember one of my mentors always rendering the same on Good Fridays.

The season of lent culminates on Easter Sunday or better still resurrection Sunday. But before we get that far, the Holy Week.

Holy Week celebrations for me began on Thursday when we had the last supper.

The story; Jesus sent some disciples ahead to prepare a place for him to have the last supper before his death.

Back up a bit, earlier, he sent them to the city to get a colt for him to ride.

The colt was tied, never been ridden, specially prepared for what nobody was privy to.

The instructions were, “go untie the colt, you would be questioned, and your answer should be, the Lord is in need, and the colt is on duty.”

Go with me in your mind, please. Imagine the colt was a human being. He had a sense of purpose, and every time he quizzed the master, he would be told wait.

After years of feeling ready, he resigned to being tied to one spot. His heart was right, but a bit confused.

His masters knew he was a good servant and were reserving him for the big mission, themselves unaware of when the big show would be.

The disciples whose duty was to untie the man/colt for his time of glory. What went on in their minds?

What were they conversing about on their way to the colt?

The owners of the colt: the parents, the pastors, the boss’s et al, what would their preoccupation be?

I mean they had always known that this was a special person and that he was a man on a mission just hadn't found the right assignment yet.

The rubber met the road; disciples untied the colt, Jesus rode the colt into Jerusalem, gave him value and, having fulfilled his mission, let him go.

The procession was well attended. The draperies were royal. The songs were for the king.

Finally, the colt/man found his mission, and Jesus found his vessel. Perfect joining, glorious outing. To what end? Ride majestically into town and then be dragged through the streets semi-naked and bloodied. I ask again, what can be worth such sacrifice? Tis your sin and mine. Just know this; if you are that colt, your time is coming. The master always finds use for prepared vessels.

As for you and me, the whole journey was for us. Jesus came, willingly submitted himself so we can be free.

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