It's true that many hands make light work.
That was evident as the moms in our science co-op set out to celebrate
Holy Week in a memorable way for our children.
The ideas flowed and expanded and as each of us took on an activity or two,
we were able to piece together experiences for our children to
taste, see, feel, and hear
of Jesus' final days while always pointing to the gift of the resurrection.
We began with a passover, the last supper.
We followed this Christian seder that walks through the Jewish tradition
while also making the connection to Jesus and the resurrection.
And he said to them,
"I have eagerly desired to eat this
Passover with you before I suffer.
For I tell you, I will not eat it again
until it finds fulfillment in the kingdom of God."
We improvised a little here and there, like the Charoset, should be blended nuts, apples, and cinnamon.
All to represent the mortar in the bricks the Israelites were forced to make in slavery.
For sake of time and ease, we used trail mix.
And instead of a lamb bone shank, we used chicken.
But do you know, I recently went to a traditional Jewish Seder and they used chicken also.
So I don't feel so bad.
"This is my blood of the covenant,
which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins."
A Dad so kindly built a cross.
Each child took a turn carrying that weight.
Imagining the struggle.
The enormity of all of our sins
that Jesus carried with the cross.
"Wanting to satisfy the crowd,
Pilate released Barabbas to them.
He had Jesus flogged,
and handed him over to be crucified."
"Again and again they struck him on the
head with a staff and spit on him.
Falling on their knees, they paid homage to him.
And when they had mocked him,
they took off the purple robe
and put his own clothes on him.
Then they led him out to crucify him."
"Carrying his own cross,
he went out to the place of the Skull..."
The only one, who is perfect and pure, becoming all of the ugliness of the world.
His father turning his back on him. The agony of betrayal, false accusations, beatings, persecution.
And through it all he loved and forgave,
"Father, forgive them;
for they do not know what they are doing."
Jesus cried out in a loud voice,
'Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?'
Which means 'My God, my God,
why have you forsaken me?'
"When he had received the drink,
Jesus said, 'It is finished.'
With that, he bowed his head
and gave up his spirit."
The curtain of the temple was
torn in two from top to bottom.
And when the centurian,
who stood there in front of Jesus,
saw how he died, he said,
"Surely this man was the Son of God!"
"Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows:
yet we did esteem him stricken,
smitten by God, and afflicted.
But he was wounded for OUR TRANSGRESSIONS,
he was bruised for OUR INIQUITIES:
the chastisement of our peace was upon him;
and with his stripes we are healed."
Back inside, they made resurrection rolls.
One of the moms led our kids through the symbolism of the steps.
The marshmallow being Jesus, his body prepared with oils and spices and wrapped with
linen before being put in the tomb.
At another station, they were asked, what would it have felt
like to find the tomb, with the stone rolled away?
To enter, discovering Jesus' body is gone?
"As they entered the tomb,
they saw a young man dressed in a white robe
sitting on the right side, and they were alarmed.
Don't be alarmed, he said.
You are looking for Jesus the Nazarene,
who was crucified.
He has risen! He is not here."
Back inside they find their resurrection rolls are empty too.
Not a word is spoken as the worship music plays.
Watching the images. Reading, hearing the Truth.
The sweetness of salvation.
And this most perfect celebration ended with a craft,
a special keepsake to remember this eternal gift.
"...let us run with endurance the race that is set before us,
looking to JESUS,
the founder and perfecter of our faith,
who for the JOY that was set before him
endured the CROSS..."