Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Roll Out

Whenever celebrities head to a premiere, they know that their eyes and smiles will be greeted with bright flashes of light while their shoes are warmly welcomed by plush red velvet. Royals experience the same sort of privileged treatment. It is not because their feet are any more sensitive than "normal" people's, but instead it is to show them the honor the world has deemed they deserve. For any special person on any special occasion, the red carpet is rolled out to declare "This honor is reserved only for those who are highly esteemed. Here walks one who is worthy of walking here."

Even before one celebrity or one royal sets foot on that carpet, onlookers know that that area has been designated for a special purpose. The area outside of the gala has been unmistakeably reserved, and all people can do is wait with bated breath to catch a glimpse of one who is worthy to set foot on the red carpet. The path has been laid, the crowd has been made ready, the way has been prepared, and all that is left to happen is that the honorable guest make an appearance.

They brought the donkey and the colt, placed their cloaks on them, and Jesus sat on them. A very large crowd spread their cloaks on the road, while others cut branches from the trees and spread them on the road. The crowds that went ahead of him and those that followed shouted,
"Hosanna to the Son of David!"
"Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!"
"Hosanna in the highest!"

~Matthew 21:7-9

They didn't roll out a red carpet, but the people in that crowd laid down their own clothing to prepare the way for their Savior. They set out a path before him so that all would know that "This honor is reserved only for those who are highly esteemed. Here walks one who is worthy of walking here." Everyone knew that, for someone to walk on the road of cloaks that person must truly be honored. The crowd waited with bated breath to catch a glimpse of the one they had heard so much about and had hoped would come one day.

I have heard of your fame! we shout. King of kings and Lord of lords! He's coming back, and we go before him like John the Baptist who cried out Prepare the way for the Lord, make straight paths for him!

What kind of welcome will Christ get when He makes His appearance? Will the crowds be waiting with bated breath because they see the preparations that have been made for His return? Will they wait expectantly, seeing the things that have been specially set apart, knowing that "This honor is reserved only for those who are highly esteemed. Here walks one who is worthy of walking here"? We're here to roll out the carpet, to lay down our coats, to shout Hosanna and to announce the coming of one who is worthy.

What are we doing to prepare the way?

3 comments:

Gloria Furman said...

I love this! You know, I wrote a mini-article about this idea-- about Jesus being the only true celebrity-- for a teen girl magazine.

Erin said...

It's curious.
I don't think I could adequately prepare the way for a dignitary such as Christ.

I think of John the Baptist, who actually SAID "Prepare the way for the coming Christ," and then he turned around and admitted that he was unworthy to even untie the thongs of Christ's sandals.

I kind of feel the same. Aware of the significance of this Person (but nowhere near complete understanding), yet completely bereft of ideas to appropriately display to myself, the world, and this Man himself, the esteem he is due.

So many scriptures come to mind to start with... John's words above, the book of Romans (You have been bought with a price, therefore honor God with your bodies. Consider yourself a living sacrifice. What shall we say then shall we go on sinning so that grace may abound? May it never be!) And also the words of Jesus himself- Deny yourself, take up your cross daily and follow me.

Not only am I pretty lame when it comes to those ideas, they don't even touch the red carpet, flower arrangements, and mints on the pillows. I'm all veklempt!

Erin said...

I really love you Aunt Abby!
Happy Birthjay!
Love,
Bean

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