Monday in Holy Week
Holy Week is upon us. It isn’t Easter quite yet; this is the final week in Lent and it is deeply sacred. It can be easy to fast-forward to Easter and scurry past the stories and liturgies that make us sad, or even uncomfortable; but this week is a remembrance, and each day is all the more meaningful because we know how the story ends. By the same token, Easter itself is all the more meaningful because we experienced the sacred, beautiful, and jarring pieces of this week. From Palm Sunday to the Great Vigil we participate in liturgies, hear scripture readings and sing hymns that require us to hold together life, death, and resurrection all at once—that’s a lot!
The Johannine telling of Jesus’ triumphal entry into Jerusalem is rich with themes and even direct quotations from the Old Testament that highlight the crowd’s misunderstanding of Jesus. They believe he came to save their nation and that his kingship is political rather than eschatological. But the gospel writer does something fascinating, he acknowledges in verse 16 that the disciples were confused, and only after Jesus’ death, resurrection and ascension would they be able to understand what was happening. For me, this provides great relief. It’s okay if I don’t understand sometimes.