Devastation to hope

 

One of my favourite songs is O Praise the Name of the Lord our God and I was listening to it, the line:

His body bound and drenched in tears

They laid him down in Joseph’s tomb

I was struck afresh at the terrible devastation the disciples and the women must have felt as Jesus hung on the cross and then died. His body would indeed have been drenched in tears as those close to him wept inconsolably over him. The agony and complete incomprehension of what they were witnessing, must have left them overwhelmed with grief.  

Only a week before, Jesus had been welcomed into Jerusalem with shouts and palm branches – a royal welcome to the King coming into his city. Now, those same people had turned on him and bayed for him to be crucified. Imagine the horror his friends must have felt as Jesus had an unfair trial and then their precious Messiah was flogged, mocked and forced to carry his own cross. All through the six hours that Jesus hung there, I am sure they were praying, willing him to come down off the cross and show those mockers that he is the King, the Messiah.

Instead, he died. ‘I just don’t get it,’ would have been the understatement they felt. Jesus had told them several times that this would happen, but they had either forgotten or not believed him. Certainly no one was expecting a resurrection on that first day of the week. The women went to the tomb to anoint a precious but dead body, not to see a risen Jesus. Even when he appeared to the women, the disciples were slow to believe, because it just seemed unbelievable. 

Enter the two men on the road to Emmaus, later that same resurrection day (Luke 24: 13 – 35). They were discussing all that had gone on and trying to make sense of the perplexing circumstances. My favourite part of their incomprehension is, but we had hoped that he was the one who was going to redeem Israel. Jesus, unknown to them, had joined them and explained to them what had been prophesied and what they had just witnessed. They had put their hope in the right place, even though it didn’t look like it.

I then wondered what would have happened if these two disciples had not urged Jesus strongly to stay with them? Suppose when Jesus continued as if he were going further, they had just wished him well, thanked him for the fellowship on the road and gone indoors. Jesus didn’t push himself on them but if they hadn’t urged him, they would never have experienced the grande finale of their day. They would have missed Jesus opening their eyes to see who he was and the reality that he was indeed risen from the dead, alive and well and breaking bread with them. All their hopes of Jesus being the Messiah, the risen Lord that had been dashed over the weekend, were restored.

Now, filled with the excitement of knowing for themselves that Jesus was indeed the Messiah and was risen from the dead, they didn’t hang around in Emmaus. They hot-footed it back the seven miles to Jerusalem, the place of disappointment but with their hearts full of expectancy and hope, to share the good news with the disciples.

Jesus never forces relationship on us whether it be when our hearts are first turned to him at salvation, or when we have been saved umpteen years, but are still burning to know him better. As we urge him to stay, he will linger and have communion with us.

We may have experienced the most awful tragedy in our life, but we always have hope with Jesus. When we urge him to remain and abide with us, to speak to us, to have fellowship with us, to explain, he never disappoints. He will always stay, comfort and give us hope. The devastation of our Good Friday can turn into the hope and new life of Easter Sunday.