When Hope Disappeared

The Saturday of Holy Week always makes me think of what it must have been like for  the disciples to have lost all hope. Many times I’ve thought of this day as the Day When Hope Disappeared. Disciples were scattered in clusters. One was dead –  a betrayer with such guilt that he hung himself. Some were alone, hiding in fear. Some were together.Was the last 3 1/2 years just an empty adventure? Was it possible that their eyes had deceived them? Was it
possible that Jesus was not who He said that He was? Why hadn’t they stayed true? Why hadn’t they fought for Him? What had He done that merited death on a cross? What would become of them?Sunday morning was coming . . . but they didn’t know what Sunday would bring.What are your questions today? What are your doubts?

It may be the day when your hope is gone, but HOPE is not dead. HE is alive! And Sunday? It’s coming!

A Poem for Good Friday

A Poem For Good Friday(Using the Seven Last Words of Christ on the Cross)Hoisted upon Calvary’s treeTo rectify the sin in meJesus looked upon the crowd

Announcing in a voice so loud

“Father forgive them for they know not what they do”

Beautiful words spoken to Gentile and Jew

Callously gambling for a piece of His clothing

The soldiers oblivious man’s redemption He was buying

“Come down from the cross, if you are the Son of God!”

Crowd spoken mockery on Golgotha’s sod

Criminals, on either side of the Lamb

Both facing life’s final exam
“Aren’t you the Christ? Save yourself and us!”

Criminal’s jeering words in the form of a cuss.

“Jesus remember me when You come into Your Kingdom!”

Contrasting words, heart changing, unable to stay mum.
The lips of our Lord move a second time

Responding to the one convicted of crime

Looking straight at the man, knowing all of his vice

“Today you will be with me in paradise.”
That’s when His gaze came upon those He loved,

Some women, a disciple and the mother beloved.

“Dear woman, here is your son,” pronounced He to Mary.

“Here is your mother,” to John, while so wearied.
And then in the middle of that solemn day

Darkness hovered, black sky, not just gray

He who was holy became sin, no facade

And for the first time God was separated from God

“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”

Was the awful cry that came from that tree.

The only thing in all the world capable of dividing the Trinity

Was the sin of every man, every woman, every boy, every girl, yes even you and me.
Later knowing that all was completed

That sin and Satan would soon be defeated

Jesus, all divine, showed His humanity

“I am thirsty,” He said, displaying no vanity.
When He received the drink, Jesus said, “It is finished.”

His time had come, His work was accomplished.

“Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.”

With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.
At that moment the world reacted

But most of humanity was too distracted

To notice the veil in the temple torn in two

From top to bottom what should we construe?
That Jesus’ death on the cross paved the way

For us to have access to God when we pray

The earth shook and the rocks split

On the day God was hit and we offered spit.
The bodies of some dead were raised to life that day

Holy people appeared in Jerusalem to convey

That Jesus is God, He is the way, Centurion and squad

Declared, “Surely He was the Son of God!”
No bones were broken

Prophecy spoken

Declared body piercing

Blood and water producing
As evening approached so did two powerful men

Perhaps they were remembering when

Jesus had spoken and challenged their thinking

Waiting to live for Him until the world was sinking
They took His body, wrapped it in a shroud

Just as Pontius Pilate had allowed

To the tomb He was taken

Christ had been forsaken.
Forsaken by man and forsaken by God

So great was the cost on the road that He trod

But great is the victory He won on Golgotha

A victory summed up in the word Marantha
The Lord is coming soon is the word’s special meaning

Three days later, He arose and sin took a beating

He will come again soon to take those who are His

Truer words never spoken, it’s the truth, that it is
Will you be like humanity’s generations?

Too busy, distracted, for His interventions?

Don’t miss Calvary’s message of Christ’s great love

Offered to all of us who are undeserving of.
– Brian Schulenburg

April 9, 2009