Worthy is the Lamb

I love Holy Week, in fact, I think I’m one of those rare people who prefers the season of Lent over Advent. I love this time of personal reflection with it’s somber overtones as we examine our walk with Jesus, burying our joyful “Alleluias” for 40 days. Then Easter Sunday comes, with it’s explosion of life as the empty tomb is revealed and the hope of nations arises out of the darkness. This past Sunday we celebrated Palm Sunday, when Christ rode triumphantly into Jerusalem on a donkey, not on a grand horse adorned with fine linens or silks, but a foal or colt which had never been ridden before, humble and dirty. As He and his disciples made their way into the city, people came out with palm branches waving, laying out their cloaks for the coming King, calling…

“Hosanna to the Son of David!”

“Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!”

“Hosanna in the highest heaven!” {Matthew 21:9}.

In just one more day, those cheers will turn to jeers, mocking this King of kings, crying out for His blood to be spilled… “Crucify!” they will call out, “Crucify!”

But not today.

Today Jesus will share one more precious meal with His disciples. The 12 men who have given up their lives, following this Man they hope is the Messiah who was promised long ago. They will not fully understand what will happen as Christ breaks bread with them tonight, sharing His body and blood with them. To them, this is just another Passover meal, celebrated in remembrance of their flight from Egypt. Blood was spilled then too.

The blood of a lamb.

With hyssop the blood of this sacrifice covered the door frame of every Israelite home, preserving the life of the first born found inside it’s walls. For the Egyptians, a great wailing is heard as parents rise to find their first born cold in their beds…a hard picture to take in…

It’s just like any other Passover meal…until Jesus begins to speak these words…

And He took bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to them, saying, “This is My body given for you; do this in remembrance of Me.” In the same way, after the supper He took the cup, saying, “This cup is the new covenant in My blood, which is poured out for you.” Luke 22:19-20

I can just imagine the murmurs around this table…

“New covenant? What about the old one?”

“Is this really the Messiah we have been longing for?”

“When will he strike the Romans and make us a nation again?”

If we were there…would we comprehend what was happening? Would we grasp the gravity of what has just happened and recognize the Messiah that is before our eyes? The Messiah who has come to be our Passover Lamb, the One whom would rescue us from eternal death? Which disciple would we have been that night?

Would we be Judas? The one to betray Christ, our teacher, our friend, and Lord for 30 pieces of silver?

What about Peter? Denying I never knew Him, even after I promised to die along side Him and drew my sword in the garden to protect Him.

Perhaps Thomas? Doubting until the physical proof is felt by our very own fingertips.

James or John? Arguing for the right to sit at His right hand?

Or the rest…confused…scattered and afraid.

The women did not understand fully either that this man would be their Savior that His death would only last for a short while, but it’s impact would cover both ends of eternity.

I’m not sure which one I would have been back then on that night and I cannot speak for you, but I know who I am today.

In Christ, I am redeemed by the spilling of His blood on the cross for my every sin, washed clean in the waters of baptism, filled with the presence of the Holy Spirit whom has made this heart His temple. Even as I must call out “Crucify” in order to be saved, my heart will break, but I will profess “Worthy is the Lamb! The One who has come in the Name of the Lord! Hosanna! Our God saves!” I will rejoice on Sunday that, “Let the praises ring! He is Risen! He is Risen indeed!! Alleluia!”

Father, thank You for not leaving us covered in our own sin and filth. Thank You that because of Your great love, You sent the Lamb…Your only Son Jesus to be our Savior. Through Him we are washed clean, a new creation. Forgive us when we doubt or do not understand. Open our hearts to everything You have to offer. Amen.

9 thoughts on “Worthy is the Lamb

  1. Heather, what beautiful words you offer today! I must agree with you – I prefer the season of Lent over Advent. I believe Lent was a lot harder on God – knowing He would have to turn His back as His Son suffered so terribly for people who didn’t seem to care or understand why. And Revelation Song! One of my all-time favorites. (I had to grin when I opened your post, because we used the same photo in both of our posts today.) *smile*


    1. More and more I’m wondering if we are long lost sisters. We’re Lutherans who dislike peeps, love Lent, have great taste in music and art, we both sing, and have hearts for Jesus!

      I echo your sentiments about God during this season. I can’t imagine the agony He must have gone through knowing what His Son would have to endure and knowing He would have to keep Himself from sending every angel under His command to rescue His Son from the cross. What love the Father has lavished upon us!! it makes me tear up just thinking about it…
      ❤ Heather


  2. I love Lent, too — I actually think that is probably more common among Lutherans (especially life-long ones) than you think. Good Friday service has always been the one I look forward to every year — I love the reflection, the hymns in minor keys, the somberness of the service, the sparse altar in massive contrast to the festivity on Easter morning. One year I was in an accident on my way out of town for Easter weekend, and I missed that service that year. I tried to study/sing/reflect on my own, and it just wasn’t the same. It was also the first service I took my husband too — It’s special, being confronted with the physical torture and paid that Jesus went through so that I don’t have to spend eternity in Hell. I love the perspective on the Father having to just watch and let it happen, knowing what pain he must have been in, desperately wanting to step in. How often must I put him in that kind of pain with my sins every day?

    Lots more to reflect on today and again tomorrow night. Thank for that.


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