Friday, April 6, 2012

it's friday...


it's kind of astounding to think of how difficult it is to believe or recognize the significance of Christmas and Easter as tangibly as we should. as Christians, we live under what was completed in Christ's birth, death, and resurrection everyday, but yet it's hard to "rationalize" these days that celebrate Him as much more than fancy dinners and family get-togethers.

only this year did it really dawn on me the weight of what Easter means. i already blogged about that here, but it continues to strike me how profound Christ's resurrection is [redundant statement. yes.] and how it really does change everything.

first of all, Jesus wasn't just nailed to a cross. as horrible enough as that is, we have seen the images so much we're probably desensitized by it. i know i am. not only was He hung on display, nails in hands and feet, suffocating to death on a hill, but He was mocked, scandalized, spat on, shamed, and utterly humiliated.

"Now the men who held Jesus mocked Him and beat Him. And having blindfolded Him, they struck Him on the face and asked Him, saying, “Prophesy! Who is the one who struck You?” And many other things they blasphemously spoke against Him." [luke 22:63-65]

He was abandoned by His friends. judas' betrayal was one thing, but every other person who had walked with Him for three years, scattered - "forsook Him and fled" [matthew 26:56]. even worse, peter, who hours before had said, "Lord, i am ready to go with you, both to prison or to death" [luke 22:33], blatantly betrayed Jesus not once, not twice, but three times. and to a young girl at that!

think about how horrible high school is, how much damage the words other people say to you, how people look at you, talk about you, treat you, destroys your self-esteem. now times that by a couple million.

He was massively, brutally beaten. romans were not shy to violence, nor were the people shy in their hatred for Jesus. the Bible says He was scourged, flogged, by a whip made of leather straps embedded with sharp pieces of glass and lead... then in His bloody, scarred, weak, sick state, made to carry a large wooden cross up a hill. what a horror that sight would be. something i don't believe we could even fathom in our pretty sheltered worlds.

finally, as He hung there on the cross, waiting to breathe His last, the Father turned His back on Him because Jesus carried the weight of the sin of the world, thus making Him sinful, and imperfect in the Lord's sight. "My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?" worst of all these things, i believe, is that Jesus was separated from God; a relationship He experienced so intimately was terminated, the Trinity broken in that moment, to allow for the death and sacrifice of the Son, Jesus Christ.

Jesus was mercilessly violated not only physically, but emotionally, mentally, and spiritually as well...

why would a King do such a thing?




...but they don't know that sunday's a-coming!

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