The day called Easter is past.
It came through as a storm, blazing through the hearts of men.
It came to us all differently--Mass, Sonrise service, a family gathering.
HE came to us all the same. Carrying a cross, Fire in His eyes. Sorrow in His Spirit. Death to His body.
But only for a moment.
Friends, the day called Easter is past but His truth is burning in my heart!
Christ has laid death in his grave.
He has led captivity captive!
With the words "It is FINISHED"
He accomplished the great and dreadful deed-
to become my sin.
my shame.
my sorrow.
my death.
He became my death.
But oh! How weak my death is in the hands of a MIGHTY and RIGHTEOUS God!
As the chains of my death surrounded Him, in the earth-shattering moment of "My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?,"
He had a thought.
He thought of me.
He thought of you.
And though our darkness heaped upon Him, layer by layer, He knew it pleased the Father to do this.
He thought of me.
He thought of you.
And as He gave His Spirit, (for no one takes it from Him, but He lays it down willingly) He had a thought.
He thought of me.
He thought of you.
And do not be deceived, for the "me and you" that Christ thought of is far greater than the "me and you" that we perceive!
He did not see us in our sin, for in that moment He WAS our sin, but rather He saw us with Him. In our glorified bodies, praising Him eternally!
And because of this hope, this glory, this ultimate design, He, with a sweeping motion, ripped off the chains, unable to be bound.
He banished my death! He overturned my sin! He binds the chains to themselves. They are rendered powerless!
O Death, where is your sting?
O Hades, where is your victory?
My Lord rules over the earth and the heavens, a glorified King!
MY GOD IS VICTORY.
And my God is forever good.
Amen.
It came through as a storm, blazing through the hearts of men.
It came to us all differently--Mass, Sonrise service, a family gathering.
HE came to us all the same. Carrying a cross, Fire in His eyes. Sorrow in His Spirit. Death to His body.
But only for a moment.
Friends, the day called Easter is past but His truth is burning in my heart!
Christ has laid death in his grave.
He has led captivity captive!
With the words "It is FINISHED"
He accomplished the great and dreadful deed-
to become my sin.
my shame.
my sorrow.
my death.
He became my death.
But oh! How weak my death is in the hands of a MIGHTY and RIGHTEOUS God!
As the chains of my death surrounded Him, in the earth-shattering moment of "My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?,"
He had a thought.
He thought of me.
He thought of you.
And though our darkness heaped upon Him, layer by layer, He knew it pleased the Father to do this.
He thought of me.
He thought of you.
And as He gave His Spirit, (for no one takes it from Him, but He lays it down willingly) He had a thought.
He thought of me.
He thought of you.
And do not be deceived, for the "me and you" that Christ thought of is far greater than the "me and you" that we perceive!
He did not see us in our sin, for in that moment He WAS our sin, but rather He saw us with Him. In our glorified bodies, praising Him eternally!
And because of this hope, this glory, this ultimate design, He, with a sweeping motion, ripped off the chains, unable to be bound.
He banished my death! He overturned my sin! He binds the chains to themselves. They are rendered powerless!
O Death, where is your sting?
O Hades, where is your victory?
My Lord rules over the earth and the heavens, a glorified King!
MY GOD IS VICTORY.
And my God is forever good.
Amen.