Stunned and Afraid

Last week, the events of Holy Week were set into motion. We watched Jesus ride into Jerusalem on a donkey. People welcomed him with shouts of Hosanna! Blessed is the King!


I mentioned last week how this whole story reminds me a bit of horror movies – where you know something bad is going to happen and you’re yelling at the screen – don’t go in there – knowing full well that it won’t help. I felt like remembering this story this year – don’t go in there, Jesus. This is not going to end well. I felt like that even though I knew there was more to the story. Even though I knew that Jesus’ death would not be his final word – I still didn’t want Jesus to go in there.


The whole story is unsettling. Jesus is faithful to God to the point of death. And not just any death – but the torturous death of crucifixion. Jesus is not just locked up for life, he suffers while his disciples stand and watch in shock. This is not what they thought would happen. Even though Jesus told them over and over and over again that he would be killed – they stood in shock – unable to process the reality that did not match their expectations.

And as the women make their way to the tomb three days later to prepare his body for burial, they expect that their biggest challenge will be rolling away the stone. Instead, when they arrive, they find the stone rolled away and Jesus body missing. They stand in shock – unable to process the reality that did not match their expectations.