The Rev. Nancy E. Gossling
There He is, coming towards us, opening the
doors of our hearts, following the path that will lead to our salvation. He’s
riding a donkey, not yet walking the way of the cross, both humble and
triumphant, arriving in the city, with NYC crowds lining the streets, masks
gracing their faces. Both forgiving and compassionate, He is ready to endure
the pain of suffering and death for our sake. Open your gates, we cry, the
King of Glory is about to enter in!
Forgive me, I also plead, following Him from a
distance. When I arrive at the foot of the cross, I fall to my knees, praying
to be spared; for I have not loved my neighbor as myself. Let Him and Them be
crucified, not me, I beg, as I wash my hands for the hundredth time today.
Pilate be damned.
God’s love cannot be measured I’m told, even
as I watch Him stretch out His arms of love on the hard wood of the cross so
that everyone, and everything, might come within the reach of God’s saving
embrace. The only way to resurrection life is through the cross; and yet we
still have some days to go. Lord, have mercy.
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