Easter is a reminder of the seriousness of the One who came to take our place.
The road to the cross was paved with excruciating pain, and it was also paved with extreme love. God’s wonderful plan to save man had to be the sinless Christ for man’s sacrifice.
Can you imagine the pain, the shame and the rejection? Can you just imagine how it felt to be totally alone at the moment of crucifixion?
Depths of Jesus’ love were shown on an old wooden cross on a lonely hill called Golgotha. Can you hear the pounding of the nails into his wrists and feet? Can you see the anguish of Jesus gasping for breath? Can you see his blood trickling down … the precious blood that was shed? Can you hear the shouts from the soldiers, the mockery and the snapping stings as they beat his back with leather straps with cutting sharp metal pieces?
Can you even begin to grasp the endless love required for such a task? Can you see the love in Jesus’ eyes … love so deep it was worth dying for? Whatever hardship we encounter in life does not compare to Jesus’ suffering, and yet he did it willingly because of love. Jesus knew his mission, and he was the sacrificial lamb.
Jesus paid the price for you and me. That price leads to forgiveness and eternal life. That price leads from a place of condemnation to a place in his Kingdom. It is such good news. He took our place. He set us free.
The greatest pain in life must now surrender in view of the greatest love displayed on the cross. On that lonely barren hillside, redemption occurred on an old wooden cross, saving mankind from eternal destruction. Jesus gave up the glorious majestic splendor of heaven by laying down his life. Now in the midst of loneliness, faith stretches to the heights of heaven and receives a wonderful peace.
I read a story of twin brothers. One was jailed for many crimes. He was found guilty in court and sentenced to die. The one who sentenced him was his very own brother, who happened to be the judge. There was no other way for justice to be served. The execution was to be the next morning.
During the night the godly brother exchanged places with his guilty brother. The next morning the guilty brother began to feel shame and remorse, and raced to the gallows to stop the execution. “Too late,” came his conscience-stricken cry. The good brother had died in his brother’s place. The guilty one was free.
What a picture for you and me. Jesus paid the price.
I weep when I take Communion. I realize once again the depths of love Jesus demonstrated for me on that dusty painful road on his way to the cross.
That dreadful day so dark and bleak at three in the afternoon,
They crucified my precious Lord and laid him in a tomb.
The women came in the early morn at the rising of the sun.
“Who shall roll away the stone?” they asked, not knowing it was done.
An angel sitting, clothed in white, said, “Do not be afraid.
“He is risen. He is not here. Behold the tomb where he was laid.”
Oh such wondrous love for man that God has made a way.
His name is Jesus, God’s own Son. It’s Resurrection Day!