Today is the day of the feast. My heart is ready. I have spread the banquet. My love is here. I rejoice on this Friday of Lamentation, because I know how the story ends. But my heart is tender, nonetheless.
Last night, we read Matthew’s account of Jesus’ prayers in the Garden and His arrest. I explained to the boys what Nisan 15 was, and how we know that on the night of Jesus’ arrest, there was a full moon. We parted the curtains and stared in awe at the same moon that witnessed the events of that night.
How do you think they felt when they saw Him taken away?
Quiet. Somber. Downcast eyes.
And then later, a flood of tears.
Why do you cry? I asked.
I don’t know, he said.
More tears, trembling, gasping tears.
I wrapped him in my arms.
Whispered softly in his ear: It’s Jesus.
There’s so much love, he said.