All weekend I’ve been reflecting on the fact that Jesus, as He breathed His last breath, before resurrection, said, “It is finished.” I will never comprehend the agony of those hours leading up to those powerful words, but I’m oh so grateful to experience, in so many ways, the finished work of Christ every single day.
I wonder what it was like when the Son of Man breathed His last, as the sky went dark and the earth shook, to hear rocks split, and watch tombs open and once cold, dead bodies turn from gray lifeless forms to living beings once again. Surely they smiled and laughed – it was just as Jesus promised.
The centurion guarding Jesus, who stood beneath God as He breathed His last, was afraid and said, “Surely this was the Son of God!”
At that same moment the veil in the temple was torn in two – no longer was there separation between man and God, and the torn veil opened wide welcoming one and all.
God demands payment for sin – He is holy, perfectly just and righteous.
God paid the debt Himself on the cross – He is merciful, and full of grace.
God finished the work – His blood cleanses and forgives.
God invites us into relationship with Him – He never leaves and always loves.
And so we celebrate Easter – Resurrection Sunday – because Jesus didn’t stay dead. Oh no, He rose from the grave. Victorious over sin and death. The invitation still stands – if you’re reading this and you don’t know Jesus as your Savior, He’s waiting for you with open arms.
It is finished. He is Risen!