Finished… Done. Over with. Accomplished. The end. Concluded.
I wonder what a sigh of relief the chief priests and their followers sighed when they saw Jesus sentenced to death. They thought it was finished. Done. Over with. They thought they had accomplished something. They thought this latest bout with a so-called Messiah was concluded. Their positions were no longer threatened. Life would go on as usual.
They didn’t want their Passover messed up. They wanted Jesus not only quieted, but eliminated. They wanted their traditional and religious holiday to go on as always…all the while with schemes of orchestrating an innocent death. (John 18:28)
Finished. He was dead. He was in the tomb. They thought it was finished.
About the time the lambs were slain on the altar, the Lamb of God spilled His blood on a Roman cross. There were no cries or bleeting from this Lamb. He was not drug or carried. He himself, even carried the cross He was to die on. While blood ran from the altar where the lambs were sacrified, His Blood drenched the timbers of the rugged cross of Calvary.
While the prepared pascal lambs of Passover were laid out on their tables, The Lamb of God lay in a tomb between two angels. (John 20:12)
They feasted on the animals they sacrified as an atonement for their sin and a reprieve from the curse of death…over and over, year after year.
I feast on the Lamb of God…I feast on The Bread of Life.
I am not required to sacrifice an animal to atone for my sin. God Himself has done that once and for all. (Rom. 3:25, Heb. 9:26, Heb.10)
‘Through Jesus…I continually offer to God a sacrifice of praise…the fruit of lips that confess His Name….not forgetting to do good and to share with others, for with such sacrifices God is pleased.’ (Heb. 13:15-16)
He is not dead….‘He is risen.’ (Luke 24:6)
Hallelujah !!
