Last Week

Here we are. At long last we have come to the final week of Lent. I’ve been feeling more and more excited recently about taking off my “I” for the last time in just a few more days. I suppose it’s a good thing that I’m eagerly anticipating Easter. And that I’ve been taking this all seriously enough to be worn out by it all. Heavy burdens, even if only represented by a few inches of red felt, should legitimately wear me out.

But I’ve also been a bit concerned that perhaps I am rushing to the finish line too quickly. Jesus’ last night in the garden, our friends? last nights in their cells, must be painfully slow. But what must God work in those final hours? Who can tell? And who can tell what God will work in these last days and nights and hours for us this week, as well? Will I be patient enough, quiet enough, to hear what God is saying even as this all draws to a close? Or will I be rushing too much to throw this “I,” these hours, these lives, away?

-Jesse