When he had received the drink, Jesus said, “It is finished.” With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.
It is Good Friday.
With soldiers in charge, Jesus carried his own cross,to Golgotha. There, they crucified Jesus with two others, one on his right side and one on his left. Pilate had prepared a notice and fastened it to the cross. It read:JESUS OF NAZERETH, THE KING OF THE JEWS. The Chief Priests of the Jews protested to Pilate, and many Jews read the sigh. Pilate answered the leader’s protests, saying, “What I have written, I have written.”
The soldiers took Jesus’ clothes, dividing them up. They cast lots for his the last pieces. More Scriptures are being fulfilled. Near the cross stood Jesus’ mother Mary, his mother’s sister, and Mary Magdalene. Jesus made sure the disciple whom he loved took care of his mother from this point on. His mother was to be a mother to this disciple from this point on. They both understood this and from that time on, this disciple took Mary, mother of Jesus, into his home.
Jesus said, “I am thirsty.” He had been beaten, mocked, and whipped beyond recognition, and that wasn’t enough. Jesus was nailed to the cross and hung there for six hours. Not one of Jesus’ bones were broken. The two soldiers on each side had their legs broken. This was to fulfill the prophecy in Psalm 34:20. They gave him vinegar on a sponge on the tip of a hyssop plant. When he had received the drink, Jesus said, “It is finished,” With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.
Christ made the atoning sacrifice for the world at large. The significance of this sacrifice quickens the hearts of those who will believe. Many have not understood the meaning of this event in history.
It is finished. God’s wrath has been satisfied. Our sins have been paid for. Jesus took the brunt of it all and carried our sin to the cross.
Would you take the time to picture what happened on Good Friday? Then try to grasp the depth of what it cost Christ, our King, who sits at the right hand of our Father in heaven.
How deep the Father’s love for us
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory.
(Songwritter: Stuart Townend
Title: How Deep The Father’s Love For Us)