I wonder if the skies were prepared to welcome him.
If the darkness of His death night was illuminated as magnificently as his birth night.
If the hierarchy of officials wept in regret over succumbing to the crowds who protested their decision, their desire.
Herod and Pilate, both longing to know this man, to experience his healing, longing just to meet him. Maybe even excited to know that things could be different.
They must both have been longing for more than just existing, controlling, surviving.
Aren’t we all?
They had heard of his power and love. But, embrace His love, abandon their power?
They caved to the maddening cries of those all around, the seekers of gore, of violence, of death, of spectacle.
I missed this part in the story until today
or perhaps, my heart’s more receptive or longing to be reminded.
When Herod saw Jesus, he was very glad, for he had long desired to see Him, because he had heard about Him…Look, nothing deserving of death has been done by Him. Luke 23:8, 15
I’m fascinated by Jesus.
I’m enthralled by the nuances of His life.
Life sacrificed for me, for them.
But, they demanded with loud cries that he should be crucified. And their voices prevailed. Luke 22:23
I believe the stars were magnificent that night, gave a new clarity, a regretful longing to wish they’d known him more.
Oh, for grace to trust Him more.
To know Him more.
How I trust Him.