(The gospel writer Mark is speaking to us.)
As I said earlier, Jesus was silent during his ride toward Jerusalem. Once we got to the city itself, I expected all heaven to break loose. Jesus, I thought, would clearly and loudly speak, and work his power.
But that’s not what happened. Jesus said nothing, and in silence made his way to the Temple. He stood quietly, not saying a word, just looking around. He seemed to be soaking up everything that he could see, attentively noticing everything in front of him. Then he finally spoke. He said, “Let us be going. We’ll come back tomorrow.” And we went back to Bethany for the night.
I was so disappointed! I thought this was the time Jesus would claim his kingly power. But I should have known that would not happen. Jesus had plainly told us, “The Son of Man is to be betrayed into human hands, and they will kill him, and three days after being killed, he will rise again.” (Mark 8:31)
But we didn’t want to believe it. We wanted the power and the honor and the glory. And we wanted it now.
I’ve since realized that’s not the way Jesus works.
Lord Jesus, teach us that your way is obedience to God, even at the cost of suffering and death. Amen.