The Sixth Day

It was day six of creation. God hand-formed man into His image. Behold the man. Adam. The very first of the human race. His irresponsible choice plunged the entirety of human kind into the powerful stronghold of sin and death. Fast-forward to another sixth day. It's Friday. Pilate, the prefect of the Roman providence of Judea, stands beside Jesus and declares, “Behold the Man!” Jesus. The “second Adam”. The perfect human being, whose sinless life will reverse the curse of sin and death. Behold the Man who will make payment for our sin. Behold the Man who will appease the anger of a holy God. Behold the Man, our Messiah and Lord! Behold the Man. Savior and God!

Pitch-black darkness has invaded Jerusalem. An eery hush falls through the valleys that surround the hill, Golgotha. A loud cry pierces the deafening silence. Beaten beyond human recognition and wearing thorns for a crown, Jesus cries from the cross. "Tetelesta!" (translated, "It is finished!”). His work was complete. It was on the sixth day that God had completed his creation work. Now Jesus has finished His work. The Lamb without spot or blemish has died as our sacrifice. The victory cry from was cross echoes through the ages, “It is finished.” The sacrifice has been accomplished. And God, who had turn His back on Golgotha's stage, saw that it was good. Sin's hold has been broken. We can be free.

Good Friday musings. Just pondering out loud.