From Matthew 27:
From noon on, darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon. 46 And about three o’clock Jesus cried with a loud voice, “Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?” that is, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” 47 When some of the bystanders heard it, they said, “This man is calling for Elijah.” 48 At once one of them ran and got a sponge, filled it with sour wine, put it on a stick, and gave it to him to drink. 49 But the others said, “Wait, let us see whether Elijah will come to save him.”50 Then Jesus cried again with a loud voice and breathed his last.51 At that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two, from top to bottom. The earth shook, and the rocks were split.52 The tombs also were opened, and many bodies of the saints who had fallen asleep were raised. 53 After his resurrection they came out of the tombs and entered the holy city and appeared to many. 54 Now when the centurion and those with him, who were keeping watch over Jesus, saw the earthquake and what took place, they were terrified and said, “Truly this man was God’s Son!”
Then Revisiting Romans 6, in snippets:
3 Do you not know that all of us who have been baptized into Christ Jesus were baptized into his death? 4 Therefore we have been buried with him by baptism into death…
5 For if we have been united with him in a death like his…
6 We know that our old self was crucified with him so that the body of sin might be destroyed…
7 For whoever has died is freed from sin.
8 But if we have died with Christ…
10 The death he died, he died to sin, once for all…
11 So you also must consider yourselves dead to sin and alive to God in Christ Jesus.
The life we have in Christ only happens through first identifying with his death. Easter doesn’t happen without Friday.
Found myself serving communion tonight at the beginning of Tenebrae gathering and had a deep, deep sense of this truth wash over me. Folks must have been wondering why I was in tears as I served them, but I couldn’t help it.
I simply can’t get over how deep the rabbit-hole goes with Jesus. He really demands my my life, my soul, my all.
But Sunday is coming.