Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Stars
The nesciences of recent fallen stars have alluded to the demise of the true Bright and Shining Star. In some symbolic expression of relation, they have curtailed the true meaning of the Cross and have besotted themselves with self-idolization.
He was despised and rejected by others; a man of suffering and acquainted with infirmity; and as on from whom others hide their faces, he was despised, and we held him of no account. Surely he has borne our infirmities and carried our diseases; yet we accounted him stricken, struck down by God, and afflicted. But he was wounded for our transgressions, crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the punishment that made us whole, and by his bruises we are healed.
He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, ye he did not open his mouth; like a lamb that is led to the slaughter, and like a sheep that before it shearers is silent, so he did not open his mouth. By a perversion of justice he was taken away. Who could have imagined his future? For he was cut off from the land of the living, stricken for the transgression of my people. They made his grave with the wicked and his tomb with the rich, although he had done no violence, and there was no deceit in his mouth. Yet it was the will of the LORD to crush him with pain. Isaiah 53:3-10a
Catch a glimpse
Walking to his death, a blood trail was made by his own blood. Beaten, bruised, disfigured, with love in his heart, Jesus remembered as he looked around the reasons why he needed to do what he was about to do. His naked body was spat on by ridiculers, despisers, and his mockers. His strength had forsaken him, the man who walked on water, had trouble walking on the dusty road to his death. Briefly pausing to gain strength, the whips slashing his back, forbade him. His body cried for healing, as the deep gashes sought comfort from the blood running through.
On the cross, he is lifted up, stretched wide and naked. Tears of pain roll down his checks as sorrow and joy collide in his body. This bitter sweet moment would not last forever. The sacrificial lamb was now slain. The alter (the wooden cross) absorbed his blood, while the rest of it flow from his beard down to the tips of his toes and onto the ground, forming a poodle of blood. Jesus, pulling himself up on the cross to take one of his last breaths has something to say to the world before he dies.
He doesn’t look in the eyes of his enemies with hatred, as they look at him, but with sadness. He takes no regard for the condition of his body, a greater need is present, and he must focus on the moment and not the conditions.
He looks in the eyes of Kanye West, Kim Kardashian, Chris Brown, Marcus Powers, the world, and with great pain reverberating throughout his body, he says,
Father, forgive them; for they do not know what they are doing.
Death is not a period, it’s a comma. Through life’s decisions and obedience to God, we decided today, where we want to be eternally. Jesus started the relationship…it’s your move!
