Who of us could’ve imagined that Holy Week 2020 would coincide with one of the heaviest and most tragic times in modern history. I don’t know about you, but despite the virtual opportunities to engage, the amazing access to digital content, or the collective strength of the human spirit, there’s no denying the reality that this week feels not unlike the week leading up to the crucifixion of our Savior, Jesus Christ: Crushing, unexpected, unsure, devastating, and seemingly hopeless.
Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword? As it is written,
“For your sake we are being killed all the day long; we are regarded as sheep to be slaughtered.”
No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.