They all asked, "Are you then the Son of
God?" He replied, "You are right in saying I am."
Luke
22:70
After Jesus was arrested, he was taken to Caiaphas, the Jewish High Priest.
All along, the religious leaders were frightened by Jesus, and worked to get
him out of the way.
Jesus walked with his accusers through the valley, up a set of
stairs that still exists today, toward Caiaphas’ house. When Jesus testified
that he was Messiah, the evidence was formulated to punish him to death. On a
cross.
Under this house was an old cistern where prisoners were held. Jesus
could have been held for hours. Alone. Waiting for the sentence to be carried
out. The pain had already begun.
The religious leaders needed the help of the Romans to carry out
their plan. Pilate, the Roman governor, washed his hands of the situation by
allowing the crowd to choose the prisoner to be set free. The crowd did not
choose Jesus. They were ready to see Jesus crucified. The same crowd who waved
palm leaves, shouting, “Hosanna,” were the ones desiring his death.
Jesus, convicted unto death, then was beaten within an inch of his
life. He was mocked; a crown of thorns was placed on his head. He carried his
cross to the place of the skull. He was nailed to that cross. He felt the
weight of every sin, past, present, and future. He suffered more mocking. He
knew what it was to be separated from the Father because of sin. Again, alone.
When he had
received the drink, Jesus said, "It is finished." With that, he bowed
his head and gave up his spirit (John 19:30).
When Jesus died, the curtain which separated the place in the Temple where God
dwelt was torn in two, symbolizing that the way to the Father was made
available to all who put their faith in Christ Jesus. There is now no
separation. We are redeemed by the blood of the Lamb.
God knew the plan of salvation. He knew how redemption would be made
possible, through the death of his son. Jesus willingly chose to allow himself
to be the Passover Lamb so that he could be our Savior.
Thank you, Jesus.
Thank you, Jesus.
Julie Smith
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