(This post is by Fiona)
Pastors are exhausted trying to make the technology work so that church can go ahead.
Wives are exhausted trying to support husbands, while also trying to make technology and life work for them, their friends, their kids, their neighbours…
Mums are exhausted from home-schooling in the midst of already busy lives, and now there’s all the holidays to fill.
Those with work are exhausted by all the craziness, dealing with anxious people, dealing with angry and frustrated customers, dealing with the extra stresses, demands and worries in the workplace.
Kids are exhausted from cranky mums, stressed dads, quarrelling siblings, who want what they have, who destroy what they’ve built, who…
Mums and dads are exhausted from trying to hold it all together when they’re not sure why it’s happening, when it will end, and the overwhelming fear of sickness, and even death.
People are exhausted as they try to stretch finances, adjust budgets, apply for payments.
Lonely people are even more lonely and isolated (though some are discovering the generosity of others).
The elderly are exhausted from their fears. This virus seems to be targeting them. They feel a burden on others.
The news from overseas is overwhelming. The numbers beyond comprehension, too awful to comprehend.
Governments are beginning to play the blame game.
There seems to be sharing of resources, but at a price.
The news from home is full of complaints and blame and accusations. What about me?
It’s full of pleas for people to be sensible — just not me, not on my holidays.
Police are exhausted, and frustrated, and angry at the carelessness of people.
Health care workers are exhausted from the anxiety of what might be coming, of resources already used up, of people who cough on them…
It’s Good Friday morning
The disciples are exhausted. They couldn’t stay awake to pray. Their sleep in the garden was fitful.
Jesus looks exhausted. Praying, sweating, agonising all night.
But now there’s calmness and purposefulness in his face as he rouses the disciples once more.
Judas has figured out how to stretch his budget. The coins jingle in his pocket as he leads the soldiers and kisses Jesus on the cheek.
The hastily-convened court is chaotic, noisy, disordered. Accusations fly. Blame is pointed. Frustration and anger boil over. Clever plotting by the manipulative ones seems to sway the crowd. Someone has to pay to save their way of life, their rule.
Peter is devastated and deeply ashamed by his betrayal. But what else could he do? He didn’t want to stand where Jesus did. He could smell the anger and bloodlust. He was sickened by the smell of his own fear.
Pilate is exhausted by this rabble of Jewish religious rulers. Why can’t they just sort things out themselves and leave him alone?
The rabble are frenzied, whipped into fury. Someone will pay.
The soldiers are exhausted. It’s another rotten day in this forsaken Roman outpost. They’d rather be at home with their families.
They may as well have some fun. Whipping, spitting, cursing, mocking. At least there’s his clothing to divide.
Jesus is exhausted.
Simon of Cyrene is co-opted to bear the burden. “What did I do to deserve this? In the wrong place at wrong time. Poor bugger, he looks done in. God, I hope they don’t crucify me as well!”
Spitting, jeering, laughing, mocking, scorning, pushing, shoving.
The women are exhausted from their mourning.
Jesus is exhausted.
God had abandoned him.
Struggling to breathe.
Still thinking of others. “John, take care of my mother.” “Father forgive them.” “Today, you’ll be with me in paradise.”
Exhausted, alone, abandoned, dead.
It’s Good Friday morning
I’m exhausted, but thankful. Profoundly thankful for a Saviour who understands me, cares for me, loves me.
Thank you Lord Jesus for shedding your blood for me.
We do not have a saviour who is unable to sympathise with our weakness. We have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are – yet was without sin.
He himself, bore our sins in his body, on the cross, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness.
Enter the throne room with confidence to receive mercy and to find grace to help us in our time of need.
Cast all your anxiety on him, because he knows and cares for you.
10 thoughts on “Easter exhaustion”
Thank you, Fiona. God bless!
Thank you Fiona. It’s great to put all in perspective and be reminded of our Lord and Saviours pain and suffering for us all.
Thank you Fiona. Very insightful and much needed.
Thanks Fiona a great reflection on the Cross in a very unusual and stressful time 🙏
Lovely post, Dave. Thank you.
Beautiful and timely. Thank you for sharing 🙂
Thank you for such a powerful piece.
Exhaustion, fear, chaos and pain.
Jesus gasping for breath! … An eternal solution and a rescue. A very real hope.
Thank you Fiona. Your prose beautifully captures the reality of life today for many families – a message that is touching the hearts of many through being written from your own heart – and we rejoice in sharing such reflective and encouraging words – in such a time as this. ♥
Magnificently insightful, recalling us to the deepest realities. Thank you Fiona,