Thursday. The time had come. The aroma of the final supper fresh in the air. It was now the time for any words yet left unspoken. Some words of advice. Some that cut deep. And some last final words of reassurance. All spoken out of great love. And deep devotion. And with great humility, dusty feet were lovingly washed. Even those of the one who would betray. Bread broken. Wine shared and savored. Moments to be cherished. Symbols to be remembered.

A little while later, dusk settles in over a sheltering olive grove. Weary followers drift. While gut-wrenching prayers are offered up. Beads of sweat, mixed with that of blood. Final petitions for another way, ultimately relenting to the desire for a greater good.           

Friday. Beaten. Bruised. Humiliated. Scorned. Flogged. Broken, hanging on a cross. Bearing the brunt of the evil of a fallen world. Hopes crushed. Broken hearts left grappling. Does it really end like this? Where do we go from here? Darkness falls. A veil is torn. One final breath draws out: “It is finished.”    

Saturday. Fresh blood still trails up the hillside. The body lays behind a large cold stone. Loved ones meet in heavy silence. No words sufficient to satisfy their souls. Lost. Alone. Confused. Broken. A jug on the table still holds some of the wine. The basin in the corner still holds dirtied water. What did it all mean? Was it all just in vain? It may seem like a dream if the pain weren’t so real. All hope lost. Any words of assurance that still linger in the air now only seem to mock their weary minds and torture their broken hearts. “It is finished” now resonates more than anything else.

“It is finished.”

That’s how our proverbial Saturdays can sometimes feel, can’t they? A dream gets crushed. A relationship ends. A greatest fear becomes realized in an unexpected diagnosis.

But, it’s not necessarily finished, is it? At least not in the way our worldly minds may tend to think. In a way that would lead us to believe that all we are left with are some lingering memories and a cold heavy stone.

No, if you are in Christ, you know that ‘It is finished’ is merely a declaration that a battle has been won in advance. You may not yet see that victory played out, but you can rest assured that a greater work is taking place. And when that stone finally gets rolled away, you will be left singing His praises, wondering how you could have ever had the slightest doubt that He would overcome.

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  1. Great description of the last days, Jess. I like it! 🙂

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