Thoughts for another day

April 21, 2014.

Today's verse:  Lk. 24;26. Ought not Christ to have suffered these things, and to enter into his glory? (KJV)

(Pls. read the above before you read further.  Thanks)

On Easter day and the days following Easter, beginning Good Friday, I sit and think:  What was the need for my Lord, the Creator and Master of the universe, to die such a gruesome death?  The first reason I know is me, for my sins are too heavy for me to bear.  I know if I have to walk the narrow way, I’ll trip and fall under the weight of my sins.  I have need for the broad shoulders of my God to bear them for me and He does.  Then I know of the man’s sins, right from Adam to now, and I know from the bottom-most part of the earth to the outmost layer of heaven, our sins are laid end-to-end and there’s nothing of man that can cut the clutter so he may see the stairway to heaven.

Yes, the above may be as it may, but yet, I cannot fathom why He suffered so much, that I can see the sinews in His flesh as the Roman brutes yanked of the flesh of His back, skin and all.  How painful the moment of reckoning for Jesus when He readied Himself for what He knew to be the mother of all scourgings as the brutes went berserk, pummeling Him with blows even they couldn’t understand why. 

But, as the light begins from the East heralding another day, the Body of my Lord comes alive and the heavy lid of the tomb runs aside.  As I gaze into the Easter light, deep within, revelation dawns into my mind and I know, my Savior suffered much, so very much so I could look at His face in the most draining moments of my life, yeah the moments when I’m so weak that getting up seems impossible and seeing that bloodied face, recognize instantly that He suffered so I needn’t.  In that bruised body, I see the lashes meant for me splayed on Him.  All through my walk in life, I should have suffered many scars and scalds but the Easter light tells me, He suffered them instead.   Easter takes an altogether different meaning in my life and I know there’s hope and I realise:  Because He lives, I can face anything tomorrow.  Because He lives I dare to venture into another day in the confidence I find in Him.  I know He is in control and He will bear me up when I need and He will take me through the narrow way, right into His mansion above.  What more do I need?