Christ’s Entry into Jerusalem —by Hippolyte Flandrin c. 1842
Hello all– It’s Easter week. You’d hardly know it, unless you’ve wandered by those aisles of cheerful Easter candy at Target. It’s not a huge commercial holiday, say, like Christmas or even Halloween. But to the believer it’s the holiest week of the year. In Spain we called it “Semana Santa”– holy week. Days to remember the sacrifice and resurrection of our Lord Jesus. A time to reflect upon the great gifts of our faith.
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
“What language shall I borrow
To thank Thee dearest friend,
For this, Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever,
And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
Out live my love to Thee.”
Text based on Latin poem ascribed to Bernard of Clairvaux (French abbot, 1190 to 1153).
And this morning I read:
“It was just before the Passover Feast, Jesus knew that the time had come for him to leave this world and to go the Father. Having loved his own who were in the world, he now showed them the full extent of this love.” John 13:1
The full extent of this love– dying to make us his children and coming to life again.
I remain eternally thankful.
The Thankful Heart 