It is tempting to skip straight from the palm branches of Sunday to the Hallelujahs of Easter, bypassing the discomfort of the days between. But when we rush to the empty tomb, we risk missing the profound weight of the love that got us there. Holy Week invites us to resist the urge to hurry. It calls us to sit in the tension of the Upper Room, to feel the heaviness of the garden shadows, and to stand at the foot of the cross. By lingering in the “middle” of the story, we allow our hearts to be properly broken by the cost of grace, making the eventual joy of the Resurrection not just a celebration, but a deep, transformative relief.
True hope isn’t found by avoiding the darkness, but by walking through it. This week is a time of sacred waiting—holding space for the silence of the tomb and the reality of a Savior who suffered for us. It’s a time for quiet, somber moments of reflection, trusting that the dawn is coming, but honoring the night that preceded it. Only by sitting with the reality of the sacrifice can we fully grasp the magnitude of the victory.
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