The Story is loud this week.
You can't really escape it, and no one bothers denying that Jesus Christ of Nazareth was crucified one Passover some 2,000 years ago.
The only thing in question is, will you wave a palm frond or a hammer?
If you turn your nose up at Him; turn away to yourself, your intellect, your addiction, whatever "god" you've made for yourself-- be assured, we all worship something-- the hammer's in your hand. The problem is, you may have killed Him but you leave yourself still in need of saving, because nothing and no one else can ever do the trick. The responsibility and guilt for all your flaws and failings remains on your shoulders.
It's no wonder so many of us are tired.
This Easter season, would you consider again the story of Jesus? Would you ponder the stories you heard as a child, the stories that have compelled millions to find shelter in His sacrifice, the normal people turned saints through no good works of their own, who have been freed from the unbearable weight of sin and guilt and the desperate loneliness of thinking themselves some individual cosmic mistake?
Would you look deep into the life of this Christ who weeps, and find yourself there; Him longing to bring you home?