The revolution was expected to be angry mobs, violent protests, and governmental take-downs. The revolution, unexpectedly, was a meal among friends around a table.
What we expect and what we get can sometimes be drastically different things. I expected marriage to be like my honeymoon, it’s not. I expected that having children to be fairly easy, it’s not. I expected that having a job I love to be great, it’s not always.
As a kid, I thought I would grow up to be a veterinarian. Didn’t happen. In high school, I thought I’d grow up to be a music teacher. Nope. In college, I thought I’d be a traveling musician. Wrong again. As it turns out, I work in Information Technology.
In Jesus’ day, the Jewish culture expected the coming Messiah to ride in with military power and overthrow the empire that had taken power. Because of what they expected they crucified what they got.
Using a little biblical/historical imagination, but it could be the people thought that Barrabas would be a better leader of a revolution than Jesus. “Give us Barrabas!” is the cry of the revolution of empires. “Give me Jesus” is the cry of the revolution for the universe.
We have to be willing to adjust our expectations. Sometimes, we have to look at the least expected or the outlier and not rule them out. It’s not always the horse we bet on that wins the race.