There He is, stretched out on the cross! Wicked nails protruding from ripped hands and feet. Rough splinters from the wood of the cross rubbing against a back with no skin on it; removed by severe lashes Roman soldiers so freely had given him. His head dripping from the thorny crown that had been forcibly pushed down, nearly gorging out His eyes.
His eyes, open; Lifeless!
“Why did He have to die?” the crowds murmur, “We saw Him raise people from the dead!”
“Give sight to blind men!”
“Why did He have to die? He could have crushed the Romans with just a wave of His hand! Millions of angels would have come to His rescue! Why did He have to die?”
And the same question is asked to those who preach the Gospel of Jesus; why do you have to tell people of a man who died on the cross?
The absurdity of the crucifixion!
And those who preach about Jesus reply, “Why do you think God created us? Why did He create the first man and woman?”
And you shake your head because you’ve never thought of that. You don’t know.
“He created us for His own company! He wanted to walk and talk with us every day! He wanted to share our stories and even our jokes!”
“Yes God! He created us so we could share a relationship with Him. And then He couldn’t anymore!”
“Why?” you ask.
“When you have a friend, don’t you want him or her to be like you? You wouldn’t have friends who are criminals or thieves, would you?”
“Never!” you say.
“And that is what separates us from a close relationship with Him! And even if we try our hardest, we can never get rid of our wicked ways, our thoughts or our deeds!”
“So that was the end of a great friendship?” you ask.
“Yes, but God missed us, even as we also missed God!”
“But there was no meeting point!” you whisper.
“Unless someone pure, someone without sin, took the punishment for all our wrong doings and wrong thoughts, and that is what He has done on the cross!”
You look at Him: Jesus!
Stretched out on the cross! Wicked nails protruding from His hands and feet. Rough splinters from the wood of the cross rubbing against a back with no skin on it; removed by severe lashes Roman soldiers so freely had given him. His head dripping from a thorny crown forcibly pushed down, nearly gorging out His eyes.
His eyes, open: Lifeless!
And suddenly you know why Jesus who raised Himself from the dead three days later, decided to die on the cross: You know that with His death, and with you accepting the fact He died for you, your punishment’s been taken care of!
So, now walk with Him! Talk with Him! Laugh with Him! And feel His hugs, and even as others practice social distancing during this coronavirus time, He won't!
That’s why today, Easter, is a good day: A Celebration of the return of our relationship to God!
Wouldn't you like it to be your celebration too?(Published on 13th April 2020, Volume XXXII, Issue 16)