It’s the beginning of Holy Week.
Not having a history in a liturgical church or a current dedication to a traditional denominational practice (I’m more of a contemporary style worshiper), I’ve never really delved into the meaning of Holy Week.
I’ve read the verses, and I understand what’s going on. Jesus’ triumphal entry on Palm Sunday; the accusation, arrest and trial before Pilate that led to the crucifixion that we recognize on Good Friday and Christ’s resurrection on Easter that is the basis of my faith.
Is that it? Is that knowledge sufficient to me as a Christian?
As Jesus’ ministry on Earth is coming to an end, and He is riding into Bethany to the sound of shouts of Hosanna, He knows that in the background there are those who are plotting His destruction.
“Now my soul is troubled, and what shall I say? ‘Father, save me from this hour?’ No, it was for this very reason that I came to this hour.” John 12:27
His soul was troubled.
I know that feeling, and it’s terrible. The fact that Jesus knew that the same people who were cheering for Him now would soon be calling for His execution must have made His stomach turn. Thinking about the Pharisees plotting and conniving behind the scenes had to be eating at His thoughts. The fact that He would soon be suffering a painful death would have been stealing His sleep.
Jesus never waivers from His path; His perfect love enables Him to be our perfect Savior. But we know that He was completely human as well as divine, and as a human His soul was troubled and His humanity would have reacted to the stress He was under.
In considering all of this, I feel a different kind of closeness to Jesus. The knowledge that even His soul could be troubled, even though He always knew the right path, help me to know that He truly understands. My conflicts are often internal, and there are fewer examples of these struggles to draw inspiration from.
Jesus knows a troubled soul. It may be hard to explain to another person, but He knows exactly what I’m talking about.