This past Sunday, we celebrated Palm Sunday. On this day, Jesus rode into Jerusalem on a donkey while people laid palm branches on the road before Him and hailed Him with hosannas.
Five days later, these same people were calling out for His death.
Jesus knows what it feels like to be deserted in a time of need.
Jesus is with the woman whose husband walked out on her, saying he didn’t love her any more.
Jesus is with the boy whose friend suddenly acts like a stranger when the cool kids are around because he doesn’t want anybody to think he’s friends with a nerd.
Jesus is with that one whose friend who he counted on suddenly disappears from his life and he can’t for the life of him figure out why.
The beautiful part is that Jesus can do more than feel the pain we feel. He can actually do something about it.
That death Jesus faced on the cross was more than the murder of an innocent man and the hands of a mob.
It was God in the flesh laying down His own life for the ones who deserted Him, the ones who mocked Him, the ones who spit in His face, the ones who drove the nails into His wrists and feet. the very ones who killed Him.
Ultimately, it wasn’t sin that killed Jesus. It wasn’t the pain. In the end, He gave His life up willingly, a choice He had made from day one.
That means that no one need ever be alone again. Jesus’ death and resurrection means that one day every wrong will be made right and all the hurts and wounds of the world will be healed.
I love that Jesus never turns down anyone who earnestly seeks Him in faith. You and I didn’t find Jesus, because it wasn’t He who was lost. We were the ones who were lost, and Jesus is the One who found us.
And Jesus still knows.