I’m reading in Luke this morning, about the last days of Jesus on this side of eternity and I’m struck by the heaviness I feel. As I read, chapter 22 verse 3 gives my heaviness definition “…when darkness reigned”
Yes…that heaviness, it’s because of the darkness. There is so much darkness permeating this part of the story.
From the last supper to the tomb I imagine there was a thick darkness that enveloped His disciples. He talked about things at the last supper like one of the disciples betraying Him and about Him having to leave them. He was overcome by sorrow in the garden of Gethsemane and Luke tells us that the disciples felt that sorrow too.
When Judas brought the priests and soldiers to arrest Jesus there was turmoil and brave Peter pulled his sword and cut off a soldier’s ear. Peter misunderstood. He thought Jesus was leading a rebellion against the government and he was ready to fight for victory. Peter, I think might have wanted to hold back the darkness that was closing in.
Oh… the upside down ways of God.
Remember what Jesus said to those who came to arrest Him…
“Every day I was with you in the temple courts, and you did not lay a hand on me. But this is your hour–when darkness reigns.” (Luke22:53)
There would be no uprising against the government. There would be no battle with swords drawn. No mighty victory march where the disciples would finally get to show the world that they were right.
And brave Peter would not be able to stop the darkness…even in his own life, for a time, darkness would reign .
As you know, this week I’m focusing on that time when darkness reigned. In doing so I’m finding myself on my knees quite a lot, humbled, grateful, overwhelmed by grace…sweetly broken.
If you have 5 minutes push play and fix you gaze on Him.