That kind of love

It was windy and dusty on that hill. Noisy too. A mixture of shouting, weeping, the clanging of shields and swords and spears. People milled around, trying to see better, trying to worship, say goodbye or scream obscenities. Soldiers barged their way open, shoving and shouting.

Then, the noise died down. Everyone became silent when the first blow of the hammer fell. The dull thump of metal piercing flesh contrasted by the sharp sound of hammer meeting nail. With every blow the atmosphere became heavier with impending death. A slight moan from the lips of Jesus, a harder groan when He was finally hoisted up to hang from the cross. Blood and tears ran from His face. The flesh around His wrists tried in vain to rip open to get rid of His suspended weight, just oozing blood instead.

The soldiers mocked Him. The high priests looked smug and satisfied with the spectacle. His people wept.

It became darker. The hours rolled on. A slight whisper to the thief, a last smile. Replaced by the grimace of pain and helpless humiliation. A cry of anguish and desperation to the Father.

Luk 23:44 It was now about the sixth hour, and there was darkness over the whole land until the ninth hour, Luk 23:45 while the sun’s light failed. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two.

It became silent. People ran from the temple, terrified, seeking the cover of the darkness that fell over the land. On the hill, the long torture and suffering was finally over.

Luk 23:46 Then Jesus, calling out with a loud voice, said, “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit!” And having said this he breathed his last.

The crowd still milled around for a second, but then slowly, with their shoulders slumped, and their heads hung low, they started to walk away. Sorrow grew with every step, more tears fell, the sobs became louder. Jesus was dead.

Some remained. Numbed and dumbed by the grief, by the unfairness of it all. They just stood and watched, until finally one stepped forward and slowly, gently lowered the body down. More hands, helping to wrap the limp and bleeding body, and to carry it away.

The body, now cold and lifeless, was gently lowered onto the rock shelf in the cave. The grating of rock on rock as the cave was closed sounded small in the silence of night. They sat down, looking in disbelief at the cold rock and earth.

Death, so final, so unfair, so inexplicable.

Why?

Joh 3:16 “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. Joh 3:17 For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him.

Amen.

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3 responses to “That kind of love

  1. Amen indeed. Non-Christians and the non-religious just do not grasp the magnitude of that moment on Calvary and what transpired 2 days later as prophesied. An event unlike any in the history of mankind, for mankind.

    Christ has died, Christ is risen, Christ will come again.

    I believe.

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    The magnitude of what happened that day is hard to grasp because we have heard about it so many times. First as a child in Sunday School when the graphic details were minimized so as not to frighten, and then in passing as adults – always in passing, along with the more immediate Hot Cross Buns, a holiday with a chance to sleep in, and with other things to do. I very much recommend watching Mel Gibsons’s “Passion of the Christ” to have the reality of that scene hit home. Anyone who can watch that without feeling horror and profound grief must be absolutely heartless.

    Then the Resurrection to follow… if one has not examined all the evidence but is willing to say “rubbish” to that, one is arrogant and ignorant and even a bigot. A quote from Peter Kreeft, PhD, professor of philosophy at Boston College, puts it well:

    The historical evidence is massive enough to convince the open-minded inquirer. By analogy with any other historical event, the resurrection has eminently credible evidence behind it. To disbelieve it, you must deliberately make an exception to the rules you use everywhere else in history. Now why would someone want to do that?

    Ask yourself that question if you dare, and take an honest look into your heart before you answer.

    All this is well worth thinking about.

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