Today I’ve been remembering something I read a while ago, but unfortunately can’t remember when or where, about someone who had a premonition as he set off on a journey. He had a feeling that something was going to happen – a bad feeling. But he did go and he crashed his car, killing a cyclist who had appeared in front of him. Naturally, he was haunted by this for a long time and asked someone if perhaps he had been driving slower it might not have happened. His friend said, “Well, if things had been different, you might have been killed too. But I’m glad it wasn’t me.” But still he wonders about that feeling he had beforehand – that warning of the future.
Hindsight is a wonderful thing. How many of us, if we knew how our journeys would end, would actually start out? Yet, here we are in Holy Week where Jesus does just that. He is drawn towards Jerusalem with no turning back. Even some Hosannas were not enough to ease that feeling that something terrible was going to happen.
And here we are again, entering Holy Week knowing how it is going to end. Fortunately for us, Good Friday is not the end. But we do have to walk to the Cross to get beyond it.
There is a lot happening in Falkirk this Holy Week. Some of the other churches are joining us here in Christ Church each night at 7pm (except tonight when the RCs do their thing in their church and we go to them). I hope that many of us will come and make that journey to the Cross and beyond. I can hear J hammering away next door making me a cross to use later in the week and it sounds like a dreadful premonition of what is to come.