I took my coffee black this morning.
I wanted, in some miniscule way, to identify with the bitterness...
to connect with the reality of what He did, what He endured, the eternal trade of exquisite value that took place...
The Light of the World was snuffed out, on purpose.
By sin. By Love.
But just for a moment.
He journeyed forward, ever closer to the torture and the agony of the Cross, and love drove Him onward. He hung and bled and breathed his last.
"It is finished," he declared.
Jesus, Messiah, Name above all names. Blessed Redeemer, Emmanuel. The rescue for sinners, the ransom from Heaven.
Jesus, Messiah...you're the Lord of all.
Now we wait and we hope, because we know how this Story ends...and begins. Sunday morning is coming, and it will be glorious!