Today we die.
We do not simply remember the death of our Savior but we experience death with him. Praise be that we do not experience the anguish of the cry “Abba, Father, why have you forsaken me?”. And yet, we die.
Set your minds on things above not on earthly things. For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God.
Died. It’s a morbid word to a culture that tries to defy mortality.It’s a beautiful word to a body of believers that knows unless you die and are born again you will not enter the kingdom of heaven.
It’s really a plunge that only occurs so that we can be come to the surface with new life. It’s baptism. We look at the waters and must trust that unless we are fully immersed, unless the waters rise above our ears, we will never live. We need this death and we could not die unless He invited us to. He provided the way to die.
It’s not something I think of often but it’s central to our joy. It’s central to a thankful heart. Yes, our hearts will yearn for Sunday to celebrate the risen one that conquers death and brings perfect peace, but for a couple days, let’s dwell on death. Our death was never going to happen. We could not have fully died to ourselves in this life. It’s too inviting with all it’s glimmers and shine. Our flesh is too weak to sacrifice itself. We needed a strong one to invite us to die. We needed a perfect one to show us the way, and to take our shame.
For He died with our shame. We die with His glory.
He died with our sin laid out on His open wounds. We die with His pierced hands cupped around our face. He died forsaken. We die with the promise, “Never will I leave you nor forsake you.”
He died and we die in Him.