A HOLY WEEK: Day Four

Seems I can’t get around to writing these entries during the day, when I said I would.

I can just imagine the conversation with Jesus:

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Me: Hey, Jesus. How’s it going?

Jesus: What?

Me: Oh, I guess that’s a bad question this week, isn’t it?

Jesus: Yeah. What about you? How’s it going for you?

Me: Oh, pretty good. Busy. Real busy. Scurrying here and there trying to get things done for Sunday.

Jesus: Sunday, you say. What’s happening Sunday?

Me: Well, it’s Easter, the day you..... Oh, well, we mustn’t get ahead of ourselves. Sorry about that, Jesus.... So...tell me, gotta any big plans for the weekend?.... Oh, wait. Scrap that question. Just forget I asked it. I really feel stupid.

Jesus: You need to slow down. Want to go to the garden with me tomorrow night. Quite peaceful there.

Me: Well...I...wouldn’t want to disturb your quiet time. And anyway, we’ve got worship at our church. You know, Maundy Thursday.

Jesus: Oh, right. I never much cared for that name. Nobody knows what it means.

Me: Or cares! Hee-Hee.... I mean, you’re right, Jesus. It’s a hard word.

Jesus: So are you ready for this?

Me: I plan to be.

Jesus: You plan your spirituality?

Me: Well, I have to; you know, when you’re really busy, and all.

Jesus: I forgot. You’re the busy one. Tell you what. I’ll leave the invitation open. If you can tear yourself away from your plans, I’ll be in the garden. Come anytime. I’ll find you.

Me: Right kind of you, Jesus. I hope you have a good night....or a holy night, or...you know what I mean.
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Yeah, I’m ready for this.


Pray with me:
I’m tying, Lord...sometimes, VERY trying. Don’t give up on me. I need to feel the cross and find the tomb, but not yet. Settle me (if you can!), I pray in the name of Jesus, Amen.