O sacred Head, now wounded, With grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded With thorns, Thy only crown,
How art Thou pale with anguish, With sore abuse and scorn!
How does that visage languish Which once was bright as morn!
What was it like now, late at night for His friends and followers? How deep the pain of feeling forgotten and terrified with nowhere to turn for help. Their only Source of help, comfort, and strength was gone.
They didn't know or understand the profound mystery of what had occurred. They were in the midst of horrible confusion and disappointment - it is a hard place to be... waiting to see what it was all for...
Tonight as Grace held tightly to my hand and walked with me toward the bread and juice, my artistic child was listening to the band play the song "The Day that True Love Died" and watching the images on the screen of various works of art depicting the crucifixion and whispered, "Mommy, I'm really feeling kind of sad that Jesus had to die."
Me too, Sweetheart. Although I have been in the midst of my own confusion (which has made writing in this blog about near impossible for me), I see what His followers couldn't see that night and I have hope, because I have a Savior and He did this for me...
