REMEMBER?

REMEMBER?

If you were blessed to be raised in a Christian home, what do you remember about Lent?  Did the church seem darker and more somber on those cold winter nights? Not just antsy children, but tired parents were tempted to think there was a better way to spend their Wednesday evenings.

Many of those thoughts melted away amid the reading of the Passion History of our Savior’s sufferings and death – reminding us of why we had come.

Some of the words never leave us:  “One of you will betray Me…Could ye not watch with Me one hour?…Watch and pray…Art thou the Christ, the Son of the Blessed?…I AM…Ye have heard the blasphemy…what think ye…He is guilty of death!…For this cause came I into the world, to bear witness to the truth…What is truth?…Behold, the Man!…Crucify Him!  Crucify Him!…Father, forgive them…My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?…It is finished…Father, into Thy hands I commit My spirit.”

Do you remember the mournful hymns of Lent which seemed to place you in the upper room, which took you by the heart and led you right into Gethsemane, to the palace of the High Priest, to the judgment hall of Pontius Pilate, to the dark hill where the three crosses stood?

Remember?  “Jesus, I will ponder now on Thy holy passion…O dearest Jesus, what law hast Thou broken?…O Sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down…”

Whatever your personal memories, the real remembering each year is one of faith…remembering our sin, all that we are, all that we have done and failed to do…and remembering our Savior – who He is and all that He has done and suffered for us…loving us all the way to death and back again.

May God grant His blessing to these Wednesdays we have spent together in His house – remembering.  May He grant His blessing as we enter another Holy Week. “Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, which before the cross we spend!”