Strange Holy Week

It is Holy Week, a strange and awkward season. I feel the hope animating the movement of Jesus throughout the week... Palm Sundays and words of encouragement to temple cleansings and last suppers. All playing out under the looming shadow.

Then again, I can't help but think of what happens on the other side of the shadow. Though I know, we're not there yet. So, yes, strange and awkward.

We live in the 'in-between' of all this.

It seems to me that it's important to acknowledge this weirdness, to sit with it and grieve. Not in a masochistic way, but in a way that helps us
see limits,
name things,
define reality.

We're not in control of anything.

We're all like Jesus
heading toward a tomb.