Why do we celebrate such an awful remembrance?
Jesus death is mournful and dreadful as well as beautiful and hopeful. What a conundrum. As Christians we find ourselves at a solemn stand-still as we reflect on a sacrifice that’s implications touch us so deeply.
God’s perfect justice called for an atonement for the depth of sin that was caused against His Holiness. This sacrifice would pay not just for the sin’s made in the past, but for all of the sin that would be done for the rest of time. The lamb would have to be perfect, sinless, blemish-free, pure in the eyes of God.
So God provided Himself.
Jesus in perfect submission; as white as snow, drank the cup. Not just the cup of pain, but of God’s wrath and temporary abandonment.
He did it for us.
Blood was shed. Justice was paid. The debt was satisfied.
It was a mournful day. The thunder roared and shook the ground and darkness covered the earth.
Deep and utter darkness.
He was spotless. I am dirty. He was torchered and died. I am free and I live.
And when the sixth hour had come, there was darkness over the whole land until the ninth hour. And at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, “Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?” which means, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” And some of the bystanders hearing it said, “Behold, he is calling Elijah.” And someone ran and filled a sponge with sour wine, put it on a reed and gave it to him to drink, saying, “Wait, let us see whether Elijah will come to take him down.” And Jesus uttered a loud cry and breathed his last. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two, from top to bottom. And when the centurion, who stood facing him, saw that in this way he breathed his last, he said, “Truly this man was the Son of God!”
Jesus, my perfect lamb, how can I thank you?