Maundy Thursday wasn’t the evening I expected.
I hoped to attend our church’s activities but Hallie had
some homework she didn’t tell me about and didn’t understand, so we attempted
to do the awful math problems, but I had no clue how to solve.
I felt frustrated, helpless, and stupid.
So after an hour, we gave up and watched a movie.
Good Friday wasn’t the evening I expected.
The wonderful math teacher sent some notes/examples that
helped her do the work, but after 90 minutes, she still had a few things
unfinished as we didn’t understand.
So, we watched a movie.
I went to bed feeling defeated.
The scripture came to me, “The spirit is willing, but the
flesh is weak.”
And realized the disciples must have felt the same way the
72 hours before the resurrection.
They didn’t expect for that to be their last meal with
Jesus, to see him betrayed by one of their own, arrested, put on trial, flogged,
and executed.
They quickly became cowards, hiding in fear, denying, not
believing anything he had told them about rising from the dead. They doubted the women who told them about the empty tomb, not believing until they saw Jesus himself.
“The spirit is
willing, but the flesh is weak.”
My continuous need for God’s grace and forgiveness was
exposed in a way I didn’t expect, reminding me why Jesus died in the first place....
