Day 31

               “Where you there when they crucified my Lord?” the old hymn asks. No, none of us was there to see heaven’s Holy One dragged through the streets, bearing a cross meant for us. We weren’t there when spikes were driven through his hands and feet, fixing our transcendent Lord to a particular time and space so revolting that even His own Father had to turn away. Alone, Jesus, died an agonizing death, allowing all of our sins to be placed on Himself as a once and for all perfect sacrifice to atone for our corruption. The mocking crowds, the gambling soldiers, and even his mother and John couldn’t comprehend the significance of this ghastly scene of blood, pain and death. Thank goodness there was a Sunday coming!