What a Difference a Week Makes

A year has cycled around again.
Just as it has done 2000 times since it all happened.

Yesterday, Jesus entered Jerusalem to the praise songs sung to the King of Israel. The pilgrims sang better than they knew for their King rode on a donkey beside them. However, by the end of this week they will condemn him for claiming to be King. They will dress him in Emperor’s robes and a thorn crown, use him as a living piece in the game of “Kings”, and, to spite the Jews, Pilate will place a sign over his cross saying, Jesus…King of the Jews.
What a difference a week makes.

Last Sunday he came into the great city claiming to fulfil the Ancient Words of Rescue and Judgment. By the end of the week, they will decide it is better that one man die than for the nation to be destroyed. They will reject his rescue and embrace the judgment they feared.
What a difference a week makes.

At the start of the week, the news of the risen Lazarus in on everyone’s lips. The leaders cannot arrest Jesus because his popularity with the crowd is thunderous. But by the end of the week, that same crowd will cry out for the death of God’s Son. Then they will demand the release of the murderer whose name means “Son of the Father”.
What a difference a week makes.

Today, he cleared the temple of the greedy and unscrupulous, returning it to a place of reverence where God could be heard. He spoke that Word to them. By the end of this week the religious people will shut their ears and kill him.
What a difference a week makes.

This week that began with such joy and promise will end in a gray tomb. But then a new week will begin with joyous promise. For the empty tomb proclaims that he really is God, King, and Rescuer.
What a difference a day makes.