Today marks the beginning of one of the most precious weeks in the life of a believer, Holy Week. I have grown to believe that we cannot truly rejoice on Easter Sunday morning if we don't take the time to walk through Holy Week carefully and deliberately, for how can the Good News be truly good if we don't meditate on the depth of our depravity? If we don't reflect on what required the perfect offering of the body of Christ? Can we truly teach our children to grasp the sweetness of grace and forgiveness if they don't know the bitterness of our sin and the sacrifice required?
We have planned things for us to do as a family each day of this week to focus on the week before Christ's death, burial, and resurrection.
For the past week, I've had The Resurrection Eggs and the book Benjamin's Box on our coffee table, and Lana & I have been reading the story to Tucker. This morning before worship, around our breakfast table, we read Mark's account of Jesus' return to Jerusalem.
And then on the way to church Tucker asked us if he could tell us a story about Jesus.
The Last Supper
Jesus' Triumphal Entry into Jerusalem
Oh, this Holy Week is going to be sweeter than ever....