Agonized breaths jerked each muscle taut, draining his strength, shaking his body. Bloody and battered beyond recognition, his bruised body hung suspended between heaven and earth. Crucified as a criminal–hated and scorned–he still promised the thief beside him hope: “Today, you will be with me in paradise.” Dying a slow, tortuous death, in naked shame, he hung humiliated in front of those he loved most.
Eternity was at stake, and he was the key: life or death would win this battle nailed to a tree. Followers left him, mockers ridiculed him; friends abandoned him; his own father forsook him…he was…alone.
“God, my God, why have you forsaken me”–he cried out to a hollow heaven–to the Father who couldn’t bear to look upon the Son pierced as a sacrificial lamb. Heaven turned dark with shame for an evil human race and the sun refused to shine.
“I thirst,” his voice cracked from a dehydrated, parched throat; they brought him sour wine which he refused for he would not be drugged from the pain of the world. Jesus wept and tears, mingled with his blood, stained the old wooden cross for a people who did not care.
“King–a king?” they mocked, not realizing they were killing the King of kings, the ruler of the whole universe.
Lovingly, he stretched out his arms and gave his life willingly so all humanity could be saved.
“Mother, don’t cry,” his heart wept upon seeing her sorrow, and then looking to John, he said, “take care of her….”
Never a thought for his own safety, he boldly came to Jerusalem even when warned it would be dangerous–that men sought to take his life.
Omniscient, he already knew the outcome, of accepting this assignment given by his father; he’d known it since birth and he knew there was no other way; this had to be.
Peering at the crowd, he whispered, “Forgive them, Father; they don’t know what they are doing.”
Quaking, the earth shook, the skies ripped apart and lightening flashed as hearts trembled in fear and awe. Rumbling in the distance, the sky predicted a dark ending to that sad day.
“Storm’s brewing,” the guards warned as they looked warily at the frightened crowd. Thunder claps of fury sent men and women scurrying in every direction in fear and dismay.
Unveiled in the inner court, the holy curtain was torn from top to bottom – everyone could now enter freely and boldly before the throne of God.
Victory in death–how could it be that by dying he would win the battle for life? Winning the prize of eternity, eternal life was now made possible to anyone who believes in God’s atonement for sin through His only begotten son.
eXcitement overcame believers when the stone was rolled away and the tomb was found empty–“He is not here, He is risen–He lives forevermore!”
You–me–everyone young and old, rich or poor, every color, every gender, every race–salvation is for all people everywhere because He died for us to make us all free!
Zion’s Son: our hope, our glory, our life!
“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son–that whosoever believes on Him would not perish, but have everlasting life.” (John 3:16)
This was written in 26 sentences from A-Z and is part of a new devotional book to be released this summer – Thoughts for Evening Time. Watch for it on Amazon.