2014-01-31 - Bad Day
Today, by all rights, should have been a very easy day. This is usually my lightest day at work, and with every one higher up than me off at a conference, it should have been extremely easy - but I endured some meetings in which I was thrown under the bus, metaphorically speaking, of course. Then we also had some major issues with one of our production systems. It was just a crazy, hectic, bad day. I had to work late on the urgent things, so I was unable to finish up a few tasks that I wanted to work on. Yeah, it was definitely a bad day. I dont know about you, but when I have a bad day, I tend to quit being nice to others. Tonight, though, as I reflected back on things, I began thinking of a bad day someone else had.
Jesus bad day began with several friends meeting for supper. No servants were around, so everyone seemed content to just lie down at the table without washing up, so Jesus took the water basin and began going from friend to friend, washing their feet. He even washed the feet of the man he knew would stab him in the back in a few hours. After supper, he and all the disciples, except for the traitor Judas, go out for a stroll in Gethsemane. There he tells his friends he is upset and hurting, and asks his friends to pray with him. When he looks up, his friends have all fallen asleep, so he wakes them up and again begs them to pray for him. And yet again, he finds later that they have fallen back to sleep. About that time, Judas shows up with soldiers. Judas betrays the master with a kiss. Waking up, Peter realizes what is happening, draws a sword, and cuts one mans ear off. In the midst of the chaos, Jesus heals this man and tells Peter to put the sword away.
Over the next several hours, he was beaten repeatedly, mocked, and drug from one mock trial to another. Soldiers spit on him, ripped his beard out, and punched him in the face. Others beat him so severely that chunks of flesh would have been torn from his body, and he was left disfigured and unrecognizable. And then they strap a rugged wooden beam to him, and make him carry a cross outside town to the place they will crucify him. His hands and feet are nailed to the beam, whose splinters - I imagine - had dug into his raw and bloody back. In agony, he was lifted up on the cross and then dropped into a hole. And in the midst of this terrible ordeal, we see him thinking of others.
To the thief beside him who asked for help, Jesus promised him an eternity in paradise. For the soldiers, he asked God to forgive them because they didnt know what they were doing. And he also sees one of his closest followers, John, and his mother. He asks his mom to look after John, and asks John to look after his mom.
As his day goes from bad to worse, Jesus continues to think of others. His day was far worse than any I will ever have, and yet I struggle to simply be polite. I am so not like Jesus. I have a long way to go.
God, when days are long and hard, help me to take things in stride and not take out frustration on others. I do not know what tomorrow will hold, but good or bad, give me the strength and peace to be kind and loving to others. Amen.
All scripture references from KJV unless otherwise noted