Tonight I saw a 90 year old man in a wheel chair light a candle for his late wife and weep, a five year old stand and stare at the character of Jesus praying alone in the garden, the young hipster couple communing together, adults preparing for their baptisms having their feet washed, and a young teacher who has never witnessed the whole story live lean against a wall and quietly sob.
And that’s just what I saw. Imagine everything I didn’t see. And that’s just one of the reasons I love Holy Week, the most countercultural week of the year. I mean really, servant leadership?