Imagine the Creator of the universe, the Word of the
infinite God, the One with thousands of angels under His authority, offering to
live as one of us and experience humanity in all of its forms. Jesus wept. The
Son of God became angry. The Messiah felt weariness and was tempted in every
way. Our Savior prayed continually for guidance from our Father in heaven. The
good Shepherd sweat drops of blood agonizing over the death to come.
He did it
willingly. In fact, He did if for the coming joy.
For
the joy set before Him, He endured the cross, scorning its shame and sat down
at the right hand of the throne of God. Hebrews 12:2b
If we
could only imagine the joys of heaven. Jesus knew the end of the story. The
agonizing darkness on Friday would become a glorious Sunday filled with light
and hope. Death had no power over Him. And it has no power over you, because of
Him. He did it for you and me. He suffered every sin we would ever experience,
every disease that invades our bodies, every grief that robs hope from the
soul. He overcame it all for the glorious joy of resurrection and redemption.
Jesus,
There are no words. The plan of salvation was written
before time began. You counted it joy and You are worthy to be praised from now
‘til forevermore.
Amen
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