Holy Week
This is Palm Sunday, the celebration of victory and the acceptance
of the truth. Let us not spend this holy week brooding on the crucifixion
of God's Son, but happily in the celebration of his release. For Easter
is the sign of peace, not pain. A slain Christ has no meaning. But a
risen Christ becomes the symbol of the Son of God's forgiveness on himself;
the sign he looks upon himself as healed and whole.
This week begins with palms and ends with lilies, the white and holy
sign the Son of God is innocent. Let no dark sign of crucifixion intervene
between the journey and its purpose; between the acceptance of the truth
and its expression. This week we celebrate life, not death. And we honor
the perfect purity of the Son of God, and not his sins. Offer your brother
the gift of lilies, not the crown of thorns; the gift of love and not
the "gift" of fear. You stand beside your brother, thorns
in one hand and lilies in the other, uncertain which to give. Join now
with me and throw away the thorns, offering the lilies to replace them.
This Easter I would have the gift of your forgiveness offered by you
to me, and returned by me to you. We cannot be united in crucifixion
and in death. Nor can the resurrection be complete till your forgiveness
rests on Christ, along with mine.
A week is short, and yet this holy week is the symbol of the whole
journey the Son of God has undertaken. He started with the sign of victory,
the promise of the resurrection, already given him. Let him not wander
into the temptation of crucifixion, and delay him there. Help him to
go in peace beyond it, with the light of his own innocence lighting
his way to his redemption and release. Hold him not back with thorns
and nails when his redemption is so near. But let the whiteness of your
shining gift of lilies speed him on his way to resurrection.
If you see glimpses of the face of Christ behind the veil, looking
between the snow-white petals of the lilies you have received and given
as your gift, you will behold your brother's face and recognize it.
I was a stranger and you took me in, not knowing who I was. Yet for
your gift of lilies you will know. In your forgiveness of this stranger,
alien to you and yet your ancient Friend, lies his release and your
redemption with him. The time of Easter is a time of joy, and not of
mourning. Look on your risen Friend, and celebrate his holiness along
with me. For Easter is the time of your salvation, along with mine.