The "Why?" Behind the "What?"

HOW IT ALL BEGAN…

This journey back to the cross began when the leadership of the church I was attending decided to skip Good Friday. What? Seriously? Cut out the one day on the Christian calendar that makes sense of all the others?

No explanation was given. We were simply told to do something “good” on the day. Nothing wrong with “good” — hopefully it is something we do every day rather than something we save up for a special occasion. But the question sprang to mind: Why ignore Calvary? Are we so afraid of what a journey to the cross says about us that we look for a way to erase it from our calendars in a vain effort to erase it from our hearts and minds? Or is it simply no longer “politically correct” to use the “S” word, which is the reason why there needed to be a sinless sacrifice on that cross in the first place? Or is it the suffering that turns us off? Escaping suffering seems to be the heart cry of the Western world just as much as it is a daily experience for many people in so many places of the world. Or is all this simply a product of our “selfie” society. I’ve never heard of a church cancelling the celebration of Mothers’ Day or Fathers’ Day. Many congregations have, at the very least, a moment of silence to commemorate those of their number who died in the name of freedom during the world wars. But what about the One who fought and won, for our eternal liberty and at the cost of His own life, the greatest battle of all?

Paul’s prayer was that his only boast be in the cross (Galatians 6:14) even though it was a shameful death reserved for the worst of criminals. Should not we also boast in it, shameful though it is, since our souls depend upon it?

Even the Resurrection, glorious as it was, would not have happened without Calvary. His resurrection is proof of His power. The death is proof of His love. Both are essential.

So began the journey, as much my version of a protest as anything else. But as I journeyed I moved beyond my need to defend the keeping of the day to appreciating more than ever the meaning of the cross.

Like Paul, I can boast in nothing else except “Christ and Him crucified” (1 Corinthians 2:2, KJV) because everything, without exception, is mine only because of what He did at Calvary.

Monday, October 23, 2017

Come and Die

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I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ [who loved me and gave himself for me] lives in me.” —Galatians 2:20

As they made their way up Mount Moriah, Isaac asked his father a question that should have brought a cold chill to Abraham’s heart. “‘The fire and wood are here,’ Isaac said, ‘but where is the lamb for the burnt offering’” (Genesis 22:7). But such was Abraham's faith in God that his next words were not words of dread, but words of profound trust: “Abraham answered, ‘God himself will provide the lamb for the burnt offering, my son’” (22:8).
God’s instructions to Abraham to offer his only son as a burnt offering is one of the many scarlet threads of redemption that cover the pages of Scripture from Genesis to Revelation. Isaac, on his way to his death, is spared when God provides the ram caught in a nearby thicket. Blood is shed, but not Isaac’s.
Every breath that you and I take is one breath less. And any one could be our last. Like Isaac, we were on our way to our deaths. But God, rich in mercy, provided His own sacrifice, Jesus, to take our place. Blood was shed, but it wasn’t ours. It was the blood of Jesus.
Peter writes: “He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree...” (1 Peter 2:24). But there is more than just forgiveness of sins involved here. Oddly enough, at the cross we avoided one death to embrace another. The verse goes on: “...so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; by his wounds you have been healed.”
Jesus came to offer us life at His expense. John writes, quoting Jesus, “I have come that they may have life, and have it more abundantly” (John 10:10). But He also asks us to die to sin and to selfishness. Paul writes: “…count yourselves dead to sin but alive to God in Christ Jesus. Therefore do not let sin reign in your mortal body so that you obey its evil desires…but rather offer yourselves to God, as those who have been brought from death to life…” (Romans 6:11-13).
Jesus told His disciples that commitment came at a cost (Matthew 10:16-49).  All men will hate you because of me…A student is not above his teacher, nor a servant above his master. It is enough for the student to be like his teacher, and the servant like his master…If the world hates you,” He warned, “…keep in mind that it hated me first” (Matthew 10:22, 24; John 15:18). He would model by His death what might be required some day of them. His call was a call to share His cross. It was a call to die: “…anyone who does not take his cross and follow me is not worthy of me” (Matthew 10:28).
Dietrich Bonhoeffer wrote, “When Christ calls a man, he bids him come and die” (The Cost of Discipleship, 1937). Bonhoeffer was living in the United States at the beginning of the Second World War, but chose to return to Germany. He felt that he would have no right to help in the restoration of Christian life in Germany if he had not shared in the suffering of his own nation and her people.  Bonhoeffer not only lived what he believed but was executed in Germany in 1945, just before the end of the war, because of those beliefs. He was thirty-nine years old.
One of the many reasons Good Friday is an essential celebration is that it reminds us not only of Christ's death as our substitute, but it also reminds us that we have been spared so that we can die to sin and to self, so that we can live righteously and so that we can embrace personal sacrifice, as we walk in the way of Jesus.
What better time to renew that commitment to “die” and to live like Jesus than on the day set aside to remember what it cost Him to make living abundantly, and dying daily, possible.

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Come and Die

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