Come Quickly

I am scared. I am scared of Covid. I am scared of “Satan shoes.” I am scared of seeing Samuel grow up in such odd, terrifying, trying times. These are just the things I see right now, tonight, as I quickly skim over the news. This does not even encompass the trials and tribulations, death and destruction that is occurring in every corner of the world.


In spite of all of this fear and pain and groaning across the world that words cannot even encompass or express, we are not given a spirit of fear. “For this reason I remind you to fan into flame the gift of God, which is in you through the laying on of my hands, for God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control” (2 Timothy 1:6-7). We are not given a spirit of fear, but I am still scared! I think the most difficult thing is to give up that fear, accept that I certainly do not have control (even though I try to trick myself into thinking I do), and lay it all at the foot of Jesus’ cross.


This Holy Week, it’s okay to find yourself feeling scared, asking questions, and crying out, “My God, have You forsaken me?” Jesus knows every feeling we have. He knows every sin. He took it ALL upon Himself on that dreary, dim, GOOD Friday. He cried out to Heaven on our behalf. He descended into Hell on our behalf.


Easter is coming, my friends. This Holy Week, remember Who we serve and Who serves us. Remember Who takes the spirit of fear that comes with our sinful nature and replaces it with a spirit of “power and love and self control.” Remember Who is in control. Remember Who has redeemed us.


As we think through the occurrences of Holy Week, as we remember the tomb closing on our Lord, as we imagine the darkness and heaviness that hung in the air that day, let us also remember that all of our sin, doubt, fear, and shame was taken with Christ into that tomb.


Come, Lord Jesus. Come quickly.


Amen.

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