The Messiah, nailed to the rough hewn cross, blood streaming from gaping wounds, hanging naked between two criminals. The Creator, sentenced to die by crucifixion by his creations. The wrought iron nails that pierced his wrists and feet fastened him to the cross, but they surely didn't keep him there, what kept him suspended there on the cross was his supreme love for us, also the sins and transgressions of those he came to save, they had to be paid for in blood and suffering, each and every one, the sins of you and me. If we choose to accept the offering of God's Son on the cross.
Just a short time before he had cried out to them "O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, [thou] that killest the prophets, and stonest them which are sent unto thee, how often would I have gathered thy children together, even as a hen gathereth her chickens under [her] wings, and ye would not!"
And yet they had no compassion for him. The cry had rang out "crucify him, crucify him." And their wishes had come true. They crucified the Son of God, their Messiah. A death reserved for hardened criminals. The most agonizing and dehumanizing death known to man. Had they really known who He was, they might not have crucified Him. But they had eyes and saw not, they had ears and heard not, they had all the signs and prophecies, but they chose not to accept Him.
And how are we different in this day and age? Do we choose to accept him? Are we still nailing Him to the cross? Are our sins part of what prolonged His time on the cross?
Sobering questions from louieville.
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