A repost from 14 April 2006:
Today marks the death of Jesus Christ, God in the flesh. It marks the day that He died in order to carry the weighty sins of our darkened world.That’s no light matter. No light matter at all. Nevertheless we Christians love to talk about Easter and immediately jump to reborn life, saying everything is quite alright.
As if our sins had no consequences. As if there was no price. As if it is all simply a nice story with which we enjoy comforting ourselves. It’s a dangerous position to hold, especially in light of all of us out there who know quite well the effect that evil has upon ourselves, our world, and the lives of those it comes into contact with.
Failing to really think about death in our everyday lives is bad enough. It blinds us to reality and gives us a woefully false sense of security.
But failing to think about death on this day? Well, that’s a travesty and does a great dishonor to our God.
For it was on this day almost two thousand years ago that God Himself was beaten. Was bled dry. Was totally and utterly spent…and not so Mel Gibson could make a movie. It was on this day the Creator of the universe came face to face with the enemy of all life and had His own taken from Him. Though he drank of His own free will, the cup he took was still one of utter destruction.