A day of sacrifice, an act of love , the Cross of atonement, of forgiveness, of freedom and of hope. A day to commemorate the death of Christ our Lord on that cross. He who died to deliver us from the bondage of sin.
Led like a lamb to the slaughter, sinless though He was, He took on our transgressions. Wearing our crown of iniquity, the Son of God, carried our cross, though a curse to Him. Did He have a choice ?
The Cross, our symbol of Redemption but for Jesus the man, it was a weight too heavy to bear. Bent under the burden He carried the demeaning log. His flesh covered with a mantle of stripes, rendered by the whip of those, who once called Him Master .
Though found innocent, He was condemned by those He came to save, sentenced by those He loved. Crucified along with thieves, alone He stood in His suffering, reviled and rejected by everyone. Even His Heavenly Father turned away awhile and the Heavenly Hosts, rendered silent for a moment.
Laying down His life to save us, His ultimate sacrifice of love, His ministry of three years on earth, culminating in His crucifixion. Dying for us and rising again, He conquered death by death, reconciled us to His Father, our Creator, by restoring our fallen race.
On the third day, with the rising sun, we celebrate our Lord’s Resurrection. Bathed in the glow of His salvation, we believe in His forgiveness and welcome Him, the Prince of Peace, into our hearts. Cleansed by His precious blood, we rejoice in knowing, we are made worthy of eternity, that which was once lost to us .
Mary Jacob 