We prepare for Holy Week by celebrating Jesus' triumphant ride
into Jerusalem. This is just another paradox in the Christian
liturgical year which reflects the continual rise and fall of
the cruciform life.
And what is this cruciform life? Simply described as a life
lived in the shape of the Cross of Christ, it is not so simply
lived. The Cross itself is rooted in the earth, even as it
points to heaven. The arms of the Cross are stretched out to
receive the precious arms of Jesus, even as they reach right
around the world in a redeeming embrace.
To live a Cross-shaped life means that I acknowledge my temporal
home of earth, because this is the land upon which I now walk
with Christ. But I do not forget my true citizenship, as Paul
describes it, which is heaven.
I follow the Cross and open to the broken world, which may also
break me. But I stretch out my arms, in imitation of Jesus, so
that whether I am hurt or not, I stand in a posture of love.
And I look for the Day of His coming. Holy Week brings me
through all of the ways Jesus walked the Way of the Cross.
Celebration, Eucharist, suffering, abandonment and death.
Let me not rush too quickly to Easter. There is much to be
learned about the love of Christ on the Way to and
upon the Cross.
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