And so the King of Glory came down as man.
One moment hailed in triumph,
the next denigrated for His claim.
Nothing but truth ever left His lips
and yet He was cruelly mocked,
flogged mercilessly with a lead tipped whip,
and a crown of spiked thorns driven ruthlessly into his scalp.
After his body was beaten, torn, bleeding, and raw
He was forced to drag his own heavy instrument of death
to His place of death so fittingly called the Place of the Skull.
He was treated as coldly as if He were evil incarnate;
indeed, it was an accusation flung against Him - Beezlebub.
To the man who dedicated His entire earthly ministry to promoting life,
healing the sick and diseased, feeding the hungry,
and opening the door for eternal life for any who wished to enter simply by accepting Him…
what unjust brutality.
Why is it so hard to believe that one man,
God Himself in human form,
would deign to come to earth on a mission of mercy for your soul?
He came to rescue His creation from an eternity in Hell,
a place of everlasting torment.
I’ve been so thirsty that I thought I’d never be satisfied,
but Hell, it is where thirst will never be slaked – the unquenchable quench.
It is where you will be separated from all you hold dear.
It is not a moment of misery; it is complete and utter desolation without end.
It is a place where you will want to die just to escape,
but you cannot, for you are already dead.
Hell is punishment for sin.
Agony, despair, sorrow, grief, wretchedness,
and deprivation will be your constant companions.
One man came to earth to die on the cross for the sin that sends you there
so you can be free to live in eternity with Christ in His new heaven and new earth.
And yet, you willingly choose your physical pleasures and your temporal lusts
over His sacrifice - denying His very existence.
Your soul cries out for rescue, but you tamp it down and
obscure it with all manner of unworthy activities.
You flaunt your sin, wearing it as a badge of courage,
when, in reality, you stink of filth and moral decay
unworthy to even look upon the One who died in your stead.
And yet, the King of Glory came for love of you and me.
The tomb is empty. He defeated death.
We no longer have to enslave ourselves to sin.
He paid the final price and you are now free to choose.
Might I suggest that the bleak picture of eternal death with the one who wants to keep you shackled to festering agony is far less appealing than everlasting life with the One who gave His life just for you?
My Lord Jesus Christ, you were my guilt offering.
My sins, black and murky as the thickest tar,
were heaped upon you
suffocating you with their despicable acts.
You atoned for my sins.
You were led like a lamb to slaughter.
Your grave was assigned with degenerate men.
Not a word in your defense did you utter.
You could have spoken the pain away.
You could have stopped your bleeding.
You could have blinked death to the wicked.
You could have breathed life back into your own body.
You could have snapped yourself to heaven.
You could have skipped your own crucifixion.
You did none of those things.
Instead, you chose God’s way,
taking on the burden of creation’s tainted writhing stupid depravity.
Almighty, Most Holy God, you are.
And when you return, charging forth and mounted upon your white horse
to make all things new, behold, every knee will bow and every tongue confess
that you are Lord, to the glory of God the Father!