Surprised, heart racing, breath shortened captured by my fearful chest I tighten my grip, with gaze aloft, focused.  They moved my heart to the point where I remembered Christ and his tears for them.  Hosannah, Hossanah they cried yet failed to understand the portent of his arrival, the steel of his resolve or the pain of that week’s proceedings.  Could I carry that weight for you Lord, would that I had a chance.  I did not get that opportunity that I may carry my own now.  Lord, I can see a vision of you on that tragic surrounded by torrid sky, ground shaking, the Earth crying out at the death of the perfect Lamb. My clothes torn, soaked with my own tears as my heart was torn from top to bottom leaving nothing between it and You.

That pain motivates me to do those things beyond exertion.  Tomorrow resides around the corner of my perception, that point at which this world brings it to the material.  Does it exist in some realm, predetermined, written, cataloged for release into the now?  Or is material based upon choices made, the base tincture, the stem component determined, then brilliant colors fed as mix to create the emerging mystery? Or is it all chaos left to chance, happening as an infinite series of computations in probability?  What evidence have you but sense?  What word have you but that which has been given us over time?  What proof have you of the coincidence, the deja vous, the memory of the brief whisper of purpose?

Christ died, he didn’t need to, but gave his life on a specific day, at a specific pretold place at the appropriate time to complete a task that had been sitting around the bend of time awaiting his arrival.  He died which is evidence that he had to in order to set us free.  We know the truth of it, certainly each of us is free to explain it away in order to deny our need for surrender or ignore the upcoming judgment facing each man.  We all see the order in the chaos, that something is controlling the flow in to and out of this material dimension called life.  Whether determined, planned or happening instantaneously what faces each of us is always just around the bend.  Are you ready?

In Jesus’ Name.