Beth Routledge puts it into words for me.
Today, the sun is shining. The bars and cafes are packed with folk who have ditched their thick coats and heavy boots. From wide-flung windows and back gardens, cheerful music and happy voices ring out. A special meal is prepared and a glass of wine is drunk, or two. After a long and cold winter, the people of Scotland are now, just as the people of Jerusalem did then, making the most of their festival, their long weekend away from work.
But not for one young man.
Not for the people whom he loves and the people he is loved by.
For us, this is the end of all things.
The end of what?
What did Jesus come for? What was His purpose? Why did He live? And why on Earth did He not run when he had the chance?
Because it didn’t have to end like this.
At about…
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