The music video to accompany today’s post features a song I didn’t like it when I heard it. The verse ‘I’ve got the joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart…’ over dark minor chords was so dissonant I found it annoying. But it grew on me. And on Good Friday, it captures well for me the tension between joy and sorrow.
Observing Lent over the last few years has made a tremendous difference in the way I experience Easter. As the day gets closer my anticipation begins to build, until on Good Friday I am once again shaken by the enormity, the gravity of the sacrifice of Jesus.
It is wonderful and strange to worship the suffering servant, the man of sorrows. I don’t think I could worship a God who was only transcendent, only sovereign, only king. That God could not truly know me.
And on Sunday, as I celebrate the resurrection of the man-God Jesus, I worship him knowing two things:
First, that by his resurrection his life as the suffering servant was vindicated. He was man, but God too.
Second, that he is only the first-fruits of the resurrection. All creation streams after in his wake. It is only a matter of time before all will be made right – only a little while. And I consider that this present suffering, this groaning-as-in-childbirth of all creation, is a light and momentary affliction not worthy to be compared with the weight of the glory that is to come.