Driving here with only so many people on the road I thought…So this is what passion looks like.
I only ever wake up early for a few things.
A good garage sale or vacation!
I’ve tried to do so many times but I always find it so hard to commit to.
I never had a real passion for it.
This week is passion week and I can’t help but wonder if Jesus woke up in a similar manner.
Not excited, but driven.
I can’t imagine the turmoil, the fear…the anguish.
I can imagine that he may have desired so much to call the angels down to rescue him; to take him away.
Yet, He kept walking towards the cross because of passion.
Webster defines passion “as suffering; a capacity of being acted on by extended agents or forces; emotion as distinguished from reason; intense drive or overmastering feeling or conviction; ardent affection.”
Yet, thats the first definition, “as suffering.”
To desire so much for something that you are willing to suffer despite all sense of reason.
Jesus was passionate for us.
Despite all reason.
Despite the fact that we sin, that we mess up, that we fall and flail and doubt and lose the faith daily.
He was so passionate for us that He walked toward the cross.
He was carried on a donkey and praised, only to walk into a den of iniquity.
He walked into a garden to be betrayed.
He walked into a courtroom to be accused.
He walked into a palace to be handed over.
He walked toward guards to be brutally beaten, as 39 lashes scourged his back.
He walked up the hill as He carried His cross to have His hands and feet nailed, hanging on a tree like a criminal. Mocked and shamed.
This week, remember how much He loves you. Remember what His love bought for us.
His heart beat so violently for you until it could no longer beat anymore.
We have purpose, hope and passion because He was so passionate for us. He gave us all these things, because He was passionate about delivering us from the hands of sin and death.
The gifts and callings He has given us, He paid for on the cross.
We are not worthy of such a love.