I put the title as a quotation not because it's something I said, but because it's the title of Jen Hatmaker's most recent blog post. If you don't know who Jen Hatmaker is, she's an author and blogger who lives in Texas and started a church with her husband. She's written many books, two of which are 7: An Experimental Mutiny Against Excess and Interrupted: An Adventure in Relearning the Essentials of Faith, both of which I recommend (especially 7). Anyway, here's an excerpt from her post:
This is the week Jesus rose to his task and split history in two. This is the week he rode on a donkey, cried in the garden, suffered on the cross, rose into glory. This is the week that sinful, broken humans were granted a pardon, justified to perfection and set free. It is too miraculous for words. Songs and sermons fail us; we huddle at the cross, overwhelmed by the punishment that brought us peace.
It is with a heavy heart that I join hands with my brothers and sisters, fellow sinners saved by this grace, and come collectively before the Light of the World, declaring our broken hallelujah. We bow in heartbroken reverence, thankful grief. We want our lives to scream WORSHIP, for our Redeemer lives and his kingdom cannot be shaken. Jesus reigns and we are his. There is nothing else to say. It is finished indeed.
It's strange how much more Lent has meant to me this year, how much Jesus' sacrifice means to me now. Then again, it isn't all that strange; my faith has grown far more than I could have anticipated, dusting off and inhabiting parts of me I didn't know existed. This week, this season, means the world to me.
Peace be with you.