Today is the day we celebrate and remember a death.
Today is the day we fight to see clearly.
Today is the day we remember blood and gore.
Today we look at brutality and murder.
Today we look at lying and slander.
Today we look at our own hands covered in blood.
Today our hearts are pure.
Flogged, to the point of unrecognizable. Nailed to a piece of wood like a hunk of meat. Left to die in agony. This is the scene of salvation.
It’s not beautiful. It’s dirty.
It’s not cute. It’s hideous.
You don’t want to hug it.
You don’t want it on your carpet.
Yet it is the supreme center of all of our reality. Hope of all our lives. The salvation of our souls.
It’s more important than our clothes, and more impactful than our friends. It’s more gorgeous than the stars, and more empowering than positive thinking.
While breaking it makes whole.
While turning upside down it turns us right side up.
While making us weep it makes us laugh.
While showing our failure it shows us our righteousness.
Here, on the Alter of Propitiation, the Lamb is slaughtered. All his blood is poured out until his veins run dry. Everything he ever was, all his perfection and goodness is extravagantly spilled to assuage the right wrath against sin.
Messiah, the longed for Deliverer.
Christ, the coming King.
Jesus, the Son of God.
Today, he is publically portrayed as crucified.