… and then … the cup was empty
… knowing that all things were accomplished He said,
The fountain of living water … now thirsts … … after He had received the sour wine, He said,
“It is finished.”
With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.
At times of great stress, we feeble creatures fall back into our habits, our rituals, seeking order. That is why the military trains so hard, when the pressure is on they rely on habit. His followers were no different; bound to their rituals, “We must get Him down, the Sabbath approaches, we must get Him buried before nightfall or we will be unclean.” This precious Lamb who was slain, THE very LORD of the Sabbath must be out away so that we may pay homage to the symbol, the facsimile, the ritual. They brought him down, wrapped Him in linen, placed Him in a borrowed tomb, and rolled the stone closed against the stench.
Scripture is mostly silent about went on over the next three nights, save for a couple excruciatingly vague references. But this we do know, the tomb was only borrowed. At some point in time the grave clothes slid away … the stone rolled back … and
Bearing the scars of His defeat of death in His body, no doubt still bearing the scars of His defeat of sin on His soul, He walked out of that pit of corruption alive.
The women, coming to finish the burial preparations were met by two men in shining garments, who asked,
“Why do you seek the living among the dead? He is not here,
“HE IS RISEN.”
For forty days He walked among them, ate with them, taught them of the things to come and then, in a cloud, He ascended into Heaven. He left to make room for the Holy Spirit of God, the Spirit that knows the mind of God, the Spirit that turns our feeble groans into the very incense of Heaven, a sweet aroma to the Most High GOD, the Holy Spirit that dwells in each child of God. It is in Him we live and move and have our being.
This is not the end of the Christmas story. Oh, no, you see, one day, soon and very soon, the last trumpet will sound and we’ll see the Son of Man coming on the clouds of heaven with power and great glory and the harvester of the Earth will ride forth and thrusting in His sickle He will reap the harvest. The tares into the lake of fire where their worm does not die, and the fire is not quenched and the wheat into the storehouse of everlasting life with God, into a new heaven and a new earth. The tabernacle of God will be with us and He will dwell with us, we shall be His people and He will be our God. He will wipe away every tear, no more death, no more sorrow, no crying, no pain. The former things are passed away. Behold He makes all things new. Behold He is coming quickly, and His reward is with Him. He is the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End, the First and the Last. His Spirit and His bride say “Come.”; let him who hears say “Come.” Let him who thirsts come. Whoever desires; let him take this Water of Life freely. Even so, come, Lord Jesus.
You see, the proper response for a child of God to the greeting “Merry Christmas” is;
“Praise God in His heaven, Hallelujah.
Magnify the perfectly magnificent, glorify the perfectly glorious,
Merry Christmas indeed,
I AM SAVED!!!
If God is drawing you to Himself, I pray, I beg you, do not harden your heart. Do not move, do not read another word without answering His call.
Then as you go keep THIS Christmas story in your hearts and on your lips for those poor “least of these” in the world, desperate to hear about this hope we have, His word of hope, the only hope they will ever need, the only hope there is. How will they hear, if not from you?
John 1:29, 36
Psalm 22:6-8, 13-18
John 1:29, 36