The Curtain Was Torn

Listen to the roar of the crowd, the mocking laughter, the crack of the whip on His back.

Look into the faces of the priests and scribes that speak of victory; see the eagerness of the Roman soldiers as they gamble for what little He has, and gaze upon the tear stained faces of those that love Him.

Smell the fear – the fear of those hanging beside Him, and the stench of the blood left on instruments of torture which are now thrown haphazardly on the ground.

Look around – where do you stand? Are you there at the foot of His cross, or hiding somewhere behind?

Listen to Him crying out to His Father, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” And hear the mocking voices that only days before had hailed Him as king.

Watch, as darkness covers the earth, as the very foundations on which you stand shake, as rocks split apart and the tombs of the righteous are wrenched open.

Strain your ears and dimly heed the curtain in the temple as it is torn from top to bottom, and try to understand what difference that will make to your very existence.

This is because, for as long as you and the people before you have known, the Holy of Holies in the temple, has been a no-go zone.

It was only accessed if you happened to be the High Priest that year. The curtain separated the Ark of the Covenant, the place of God, from the people of God. But now, on this day and with His death, the curtain is torn apart and God is, therefore, accessible to all.

Look around – where do you stand? Are you there at the foot of His cross, or hiding somewhere behind?

Examine the scene, as you and everyone around you wonders who this man really is. This man, who is dying in front of your very eyes, and yet the question of his true identity rages on.

For some, He is a convicted criminal getting His just desserts. For some, He is the man who they thought would rally an army, and fight with chariot and war horse against the Romans for freedom and peace. For others, He is a friend, dying an agonising death upon a cross, and for the few, for those who have seen beyond death to a new life, He is the Christ, the Son of God, the promised one, the Messiah.

Look around – where do you stand? Are you there at the foot of His cross, or hiding somewhere behind?

(Deacon Becky Lovatt)

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With many peaceful blessings

Geoffrey

 

Move closer to the cross, hear Him utter those final words, “It is finished!” and observe, as He bows His head and dies.

 

Look around – where do you stand? Are you there at the foot of His cross, or hiding somewhere behind?

 

 

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