I love Holy Week. I dread Holy Week. It's not easy moving ever closer to Good Friday. I like to think that I'm so often like Mary saying simply "Here I Am" when called upon. But the truth is that I'm called upon all the time - 24/7 - and as I reflect during Holy Week, I have to face the fact that too often I'm less like Mary and more like Peter.
How often do I deny Christ by my words? Words that hurt others. Words that talk about others in a negative light. Words that don't build others up. Words I should have said. Words that don't build His Kingdom up?
How often do I deny Christ by my actions? By not helping where I could. By helping too much when it's not needed but assuming that I know best. By not being accepting. By my indifference.
Holy week is my favorite season in the church year. But it's also my most difficult. But guess what? I've read the story and I know how it ends. Christ died for me! Well - He died for all of us but when you take time to really reflect this week, it definitely becomes a personal story....one with a happy ending in spite of - or maybe because of - all our sins. Glory indeed!