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Towards Jerusalem

Toward Jerusalem, wax and oil on panel

Grace Carol Bomer

 

Wednesday of Passion Week

According to the traditional interpretation of the Bible, Holy Wednesday is the day on which Jesus was anointed with spikenard during a meal (Matthew 26:6–13). The day is sometimes called “Spy Wednesday” since it is traditionally thought of as the day Judas conspired with local authorities to betray Jesus (Matthew 26:14–16).

https://www.gotquestions.org/Spy-Wednesday.html

 

Reflection

Isaiah 50:4-9a

Psalm 69:7-15, 22-23

Hebrews 9:11-15, 24-28

John 13:21-35

 

Musical Meditation

Ain't No Grave, J.Cash: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o0MIFHLIzZY&feature=youtu.be

Wayfaring Stranger, Hayde Bluegrass Orchestra: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CmjFIcO-4TU

Pie Jesu/Agnus Dei, Kings College: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VWMmolrId_4

 

Resources

http://ccca.biola.edu/lent/2020/#

https://www.gotquestions.org/Judas-betray-Jesus.html

https://worship.calvin.edu/resources/resource-library/songs-for-holy-week/

O LORD,

I am a shell full of dust, but animated with an invisible rational soul and made anew by an unseen power of grace; yet I am no rare object of valuable price, but one that has nothing and is nothing, although chosen of Thee from eternity, given to Christ, and born again; I am deeply convinced of the evil and misery of a sinful state, of the vanity of creatures, but also of the sufficiency of Christ. When Thou wouldst guide me I control myself, when Thou wouldst be sovereign I rule myself.

When Thou wouldst take care of me I suffice myself.

When I should depend on Thy providing I supply myself, when I should submit to Thy providence I follow my will, when I should study, love, honor, trust Thee, I serve myself; I fault and correct Thy laws to suit myself, instead of Thee I look to a man's approbation, and am by nature an idolater.

Lord, it is my chief design to bring my heart back to Thee.

Convince me that I cannot be my own God, or make myself happy, nor my own Christ to restore my joy, nor my own Spirit to teach, guide, rule me.

Help me to see that grace does this by providential affliction, for when my credit is good Thou dost cast me lower, when riches are my idol Thou dost wing them away, when pleasure is my all Thou does turn it into bitterness.

Take away my roving eye, curious ear, greedy appetite, lustful heart; show me that none of these things can heal a wounded conscience, or support a tottering frame, or uphold a departing spirit.

Then take me to the cross and leave me there.

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