Catholicism | the pages in my storybook
Now that this Lenten Journey is coming to a close, and the Easter Triduum is only a few days away, it’s been hard not to think about anything else then Jesus’ anguish during this whole ordeal of Easter.
From sweating blood while praying, your homies falling asleep when you need them the most, being betrayed by a colleague, denied three times by his closest friend, beaten and wrongfully arrested and then held overnight in a prison. I mean, this is only the day before He actually carries the cross and gets nailed to it to die.
When things go bad, it seems to compound almost instantaneously. One bad thing after another, and it usually gets a whole lot worse before it gets any better.
With all of this, I really have to give it up for Jesus’ toughness physically, mentally and spiritually. Where most would shut down in some fashion, Mr. Christ is clutch, and pushes through all the way to take one for the team. And when I say team, I mean humanity.
Jesus the Christ. MVP. No question.