Great and Holy Saturday
Jesus said a lot of things he didn’t really mean. He must have, because, c’mon, man.
He couldn’t mean the stuff about not worrying, because how am I supposed to get anything done?
He couldn’t mean the stuff about not retaliating, because I’ve got plenty worth defending.
He couldn’t mean the stuff about “these little ones,” because those people can’t even take care of themselves.
I mean, that’s a nice idea. He was just trying to get us to think. He just wanted to get us to try. He just wanted to get our attention.
He couldn’t mean all that stuff about forgiving.
These are perfectly reasonable interpretations. As perfect as the best reasoning I can do. On Great Saturday, what else could I ask or imagine?
Because, clearly, look what happened to him Friday.
Clearly, he knew this wasn’t workable. He must have meant something else.