A world that is
fully known, in which everything has been planned and mastered, would be a dead
world. Hartmut Rosa
As we embark on
the pilgrimage of our Holiest Week, a path we have traveled before and yet
every year surprises us with the uncontrollable Sacred,
re-read the above quote. This week is
not a tourist trip or stroll down memory lane or going through the motions to
get to belting out “Christ the Lord is Risen Today,” whilst the Easter lilies
aggravate our allergies (or maybe that is just me?). A pilgrimage is a posture of the heart. Unlike a vacation or retreat, a pilgrimage
asks for our full engagement. Pilgrimages
don’t have travel agents to set up all your excursions or adventures. In a pilgrimage, you walk the road
step-by-step. Pilgrimages hold
surprises. Pilgrimages cause blisters on
our feet and frustrations when we are delayed and remind us of the
uncontrollability of life.
We are pretty
good at convincing ourselves that we are in charge. We are marketed to every day, seeking to sell
us items to help us thrive, flourish, and live our best life now!! When our bodies are exhausted and our minds
overwhelmed, we turn to vitamins and diets and whatever supplement we can get
our hands on.
This is a week of
uncontrollability, which is also to say vulnerability, which is also to say our
stomachs start doing somersaults and our minds start reaching for rational
explanations. Hartmut Rosa says, “As
late modern human beings, (our) aim is to make the world controllable at every
level – individual, cultural, institutional, and structural – we invariable
encounter the world as just a series of objects that we have to know, attain,
conquer, master, or exploit.”
This week won’t
let you control. This week will test our
certainties and confidence. Because we
don’t like to feel uncertain, we’ve turned the cross into a transaction (God
had to pay a debt, so God sacrificed Jesus…and just typing those words sets my
teeth on edge and causes my heart to hurt).
The cross is about transformation. When you’ve reached the end of your rope,
when you can no longer read another book or listen to another podcast or try
harder…it is then that God interrupts us.
God says this week isn’t about understanding, but rather standing
under. Under a palm that shades us and
holds our “Hosannas” (which recall from yesterday means “Save us!!” ~ because
we can’t save ourselves). This week we
are invited to sit under a love that washes feet and offers bread to the very
ones who betray, deny, desert, and run away.
We will stand under a cross with the unanswerable question, “Why”…which
is really what uncontrollability is all about. We will sit silently on Saturday, because life
is a series of Holy Saturdays when nothing is resolved or revealed, and Easter
isn’t even a possibility. Saturday is
when all our plotting and planning fall quiet.
Let the aliveness of this Holy Week meet you, hold you, and heal you,
even when we don’t have it all figured out.
May this mystery move our souls every day this week. Amen.

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