Watch, Wait, Wonder -- Part 5

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A long time before Mary and Joseph, long, long before that first Christmas, God set up a system to temporarily cover the sins of His people. God’s desire has always been to live in communion with us, but a Holy God cannot live with sinful man. 

In His love, God set up a system of sacrifice. With the shedding of a lamb’s blood, their sins could be washed away - temporarily. This was a taste, a foreshadow of what was to come. 

The murmurings of God’s plan built and grew to a crescendo.

Jesus walked the earth for 33 years. He healed the sick. He fed the people. He even raised a few from the dead. Wherever He went He spread the news that the kingdom of God was at hand.

Some called him a traitor. Some called him a rebel. Some called him a teacher and still others knew him as their messiah. 

We know that Jesus is the Lamb of God, sent to take away the sins of the world. 

The time came for God’s plan to be fulfilled. 

The voices calling Jesus a traitor and blasphemer became more numerous. The shouts for His punishment rose to a cacophony crying “Crucify him! Crucify him!” 

The tree, that tree at the beginning of the world, eating the fruit of that tree brought death to all of creation. Since the moment Eve ate that fruit, and Adam also, the whole of creation groaned for salvation. 

God, in His infinite wisdom used the fruit of another tree to bring life. 

He allowed his Son to be beaten, to be mocked, and to be hung on a cross. On that terrible, wonderful, day, through the shed blood of our perfect lamb, all our sins were washed away. 

Jesus lived a perfect life. He alone could be the sacrifice to pay our whole debt for all time. 

Jesus died on the cross that day. That terrible, wonderful day. And with Him died the hopes of many because they didn’t understand what His teachings meant. They didn’t understand that for us to live, He must die.

A man named Joseph who looked for the kingdom of God received permission to bury the dead, broken body of Jesus. What would that have been like? To brush your fingertips over the grave clothes of the one you thought would save you? To wrap the body of the man you called Messiah?

What would those moments contain? What heartache? What sorrow?

And God whispered,