These are probably the strangest couple of days in the year. This weekend we remember a King who acts like a slave, we talk about the Son of God getting murdered and we call it “Good,” we say a common execution 2,000 years ago in the remote edges of the Roman Empire has something to do with us, and (most outrageous of all) we tell stories of a dead man who came back to life.
It’s an odd time of year.
But then again, in a society where it’s normal to shove and scratch our way up the social ladder, maybe it’s a good thing to remember Jesus’ strange humility.
And in a world where it’s normal to hate, maybe it’s ok to remember the strange day when Jesus died out of love for us, and to call that day “Good Friday.”
In a time when it’s normal to be isolated from both our history and the people around us, maybe there is wisdom in gathering with a strange group of people called the church, to tell the strange story Jesus’ death, and discover the strange power his death continues to have to set us free.
In a life that must end in death, maybe there is a strange kind of hope to remember that death no longer has the final word.
It’s an odd time of year. But if the hopelessness and aimlessness of the world is normal, I’ll take odd.
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