Justice or Injustice?
Jesus was the only human being who understood what was really happening that dark Friday. Throughout the night He had stood before the Jewish authorities and the Roman authorities as they took turns abusing Him. The religious authorities used words and fists. The political leaders used false praise, fists, whips, a crown of thorns, and a mocking kingly robe. They all knew exactly what they were doing. Yet they could never have imagined what Jesus was doing.
He was no passive prisoner at the mercy of cruel men. He was Prince of Heaven on an earthly mission fulfilling His part of the grand enterprise of redemption.
With the cross on His back, the crown pressed into His bleeding head, and with His back beaten raw by the Roman whip, Jesus walked the Way of Suffering, through the narrow city streets, crowded with uncaring onlookers. The pitiless procession passed beneath the balconies of the well-to-do, living in finery and festive pride as well as second-story villains of all vices. Windows closed at the sight of another execution underway; it was no concern of theirs. They did not understand what Jesus was doing—for them—the price He was paying
The crowd grew as the parade passed through the city gates toward the Place of the Skull. More and more people came to enjoy the ghastly spectacle. They could never have known what was really happening before their eyes.
About fifty days hence, praise in countless languages would capture their attention and Peter would stand among them to explain what Jesus had done. Three thousand would remember this day on that Day of Pentecost and they would believe.
On that Friday, they did not believe. There was nothing to believe. That nice man who spoke so well and helped so many people must have done something wrong to be given the sentence of death. Surely this was justice. They were sure this was another tragedy of a young man defeated by the entrenched leaders of the nation. Perhaps it was injustice.
Soldiers, horses with ropes, hammers, nails, curses, and crosses were lifted against a darkening sky. Rain, thunder, and wind made the work harder and the soldiers angrier and more brutal.
Jesus spoke but only a few heard what He said. They didn’t know what He was doing, the price He was paying. Their confusion rang out in abusive taunting shouts:
“He saved others but he cannot save himself!”
“Come down from that cross, if you are the Son of God!”
“Healer! Heal yourself!”
In the rain, soldiers gambled for the robe He had worn. As one last irony, they nailed Pilate’s sign into place, reading, “The King of the Jews.”
Pilate didn’t know the truth He spoke.
As the storm on Calvary reached the private chambers of the palace, the Roman Governor could not shake the feeling that he wasn’t in control of these events. He pondered Jesus’ answer about his power to take Jesus’ life or give it back to Him. “You would have no power all except what you have been given from above.” Could a higher authority be at work in this bloody business? It was true, Jesus was doing what He came to do.
Jesus was paying the price, the ransom, the debt. He was paying for our redemption, laying down His humanity for the sake of all humanity. The perfect sacrifice, He was making atonement for us. He was opening a “a new and living way” for us to enter into fellowship with God.
That terrible Friday, Jesus was paying the cost with all that He had—and it was enough!
For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.
…the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.”
Where do you come from?” he asked Jesus, but Jesus gave him no answer. “Do you refuse to speak to me?” Pilate said. “Don’t you realize I have power either to free you or to crucify you?” Jesus answered, “You would have no power over me if it were not given to you from above.
When he had received the drink, Jesus said, “It is finished.” With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.
1 Timothy 2:4-6
For there is one God and one mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus, who gave himself as a ransom for all men-the testimony given in its proper time.
1 Cornthians 6:19-20
Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your body.
Grace and peace to you from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ, who gave himself for our sins to rescue us from the present evil age, according to the will of our God and Father, to whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen.
Psalm 85:9-10 KJV
Surely his salvation is nigh them that fear him; that glory may dwell in our land. Mercy and truth are met together; righteousness and peace have kissed each other.
Lord Jesus, never was there such injustice than at Calvary. You were more than innocent, You were holy—with a holiness tried in the fire of life here on earth. You had no sins of Your own but You took the judgement for my sins, for all the sins of mankind. Justice and injustice mingled together in Your blood at the foot of the cross. Because You paid the price, I can face this day forgiven, a new creature, standing before God as if I had never sinned. I can pass through the new and living way You opened for me to dwell in peace at Your throne. Thank You, Lord, for paying the price. Amen.
Jesus Paid It All
Words: Elvina M. Hall; Music: John T. Grape
1. I hear the Savior say,”Thy strength indeed is small,
Child of weakness, watch and pray, Find in Me thine all in all.”
Jesus paid it all, All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,He washed it white as snow.
2. Lord, now indeed I find Thy pow’r and Thine alone,
Can change the leper’s spots And melt the heart of stone.
3 For nothing good have I Where-by Thy grace to claim;
I’ll wash my garments white In the blood of Calv’ry’s Lamb.
4 And when, before the throne, I stand in Him complete,
“Jesus died my soul to save,”My lips shall still repeat.
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