Road to the Cross: Out of the Shadows

 

Dear Reader, thank you for joining me on the road to the cross. My heart leaps to share the old, old story that remains new. Please accept my humble accounting of the treacherous path Jesus and His followers took to the cross, and gloriously beyond. 
(Road to the Cross will continue during our visits this Lenten season.)
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It’s over. I could not bear to look, and now it’s over. He tried to tell me the very first time I came to Him. He tried, but I was too stubborn, too afraid to listen.

14 And as Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, so must the Son of man be lifted up, 15 that whoever believes in him may have eternal life.
John 3: 14-15 RSV

He tried to tell me how much He loved me. For crying out loud, I came to Him in the night, sneaking and scared. But it didn’t seem to matter to Him, He still said He loved me. He had already forgiven me before I even came.

16 For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. 17 For God sent the Son into the world, not to condemn the world, but that the world might be saved through him.
John 3:16-17 RSV

And now, look at them. Mary never wavered in her faithfulness. How could she bear to watch her son die such a horrible death? How did the Master draw Himself from the delirium of pain to commission John with taking care of her?

And here am I, still hiding in the shadows? What is left for me to do?

39 Nicode′mus also, who had at first come to him by night, came bringing a mixture of myrrh and aloes, about a hundred pounds’ weight. 40 They took the body of Jesus, and bound it in linen cloths with the spices, as is the burial custom of the Jews. 41 Now in the place where he was crucified there was a garden, and in the garden a new tomb where no one had ever been laid. 42 So because of the Jewish day of Preparation, as the tomb was close at hand, they laid Jesus there.
John19:39-42 RSV

What a feeble task for the Master. How clumsy I am in my ignorance of the process. His poor body! Ripped and humiliated, and He said He was going to do it for me. How do I bare this shame? 

21 But he who does what is true comes to the light, that it may be clearly seen that his deeds have been wrought in God.
John 3:21 RSV

Gently, gently … gently to the tomb. I hate to leave Him, but Joe reminds me of rituals and regulations. Dusk screams at us to go. How can I leave the Master? How can my spirit come out of the shadows? Where is the light He promised?