To read about this final journey of Jesus to Jerusalem and to His death is gut wrenching and heart breaking. It is gut wrenching to consider the enormous amount of pain and suffering thrust upon Jesus before He finally breathed His last gasp of breath on the cross. But, as gut wrenching as it may be, it is far more heart breaking for as we see Him suffering and finally dying, we know each one of us is the reason. Surely, it breaks our heart to know that our sin made it all necessary. The sin at which the world would wink, or turn a blind eye, or declare inconsequential is the very thing that nailed Him to the tree. When we finally come to that moment of realizing that Jesus died because of our sin, it is indeed a heart breaking moment filled not only with tears but also such deep sorrow.
Lent is not a pleasant season. It is one that is from day one overshadowed by the long and awful darkness of a cross. There is no way to walk into Lent and not realize what is at the end of the journey. Some may say in a Pollyanna fashion, "Oh, but Easter is coming," but it only comes at a great cost which is impossible to miss by those who walk the road all the way to the end to hear the nails, the screams of the Holy One, and the final fall of His head against a silent chest. "Lord, have mercy. Lord, have mercy on me a sinner."