Where Is the Lamb?

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Thursday evening, late.

Wine blushed in their cups as they ate the special Passover meal, their last dinner together. Jesus longed to share it with them, He said.

His arms outstretched, the cup lifted up.

“I make a new covenant with you in my blood poured out for you.” 

Blood poured out to get to God. They’ve heard of this sacrifice before.

1800 B.C. “Here’s the wood, but where’s the sacrifice?”

The boy Isaacs’s question on Mount Moriah haunted their stories for generations.

“God Himself will provide a lamb,” Father Abraham answered, out of faith and nothing more.

Friday morning, early. Here’s the wood. Blood-soaked crossbeams.

From a safe distance, the disciples watch the Passover Lamb stretched out on Mount Moriah, now Jerusalem. Same place, centuries apart.

They realize at last, the Lamb had been with them all along.

Forgiveness and mercy pour out, pooled from the One they love

Who loved them even more.

To pay a price this scandalous makes no sense, except for love.

Here, too, is the wood. The bridge to get to God.

The Lamb of God stretched out from us to God.

On a good Friday morning,

He paid the price for an eternity with Him.

 

From the devotional-One-on-One ONE HUNDRED DAYS WITH JESUS http://barbpeil.com

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“Now at last they were beginning chapter One of the great story no one on earth has read: which goes on forever”. I love this line at the end of the Last Battle by C.S. Lewis. Everyone has a story to tell and ultimately we are all part of a greater story that someday will be revealed in full. “ For now, we can only see a dim and blurry picture of things”. ( 1 Corinthians 13:12). My story is not remarkable, although the events I have had the privilege in my life to witness have been. I grew up in the south “the land of cotton” and the old times there were definitely not forgotten. I remember where I was and what I was doing when JFK and Martin Luther King were murdered in Dallas and in Memphis. I remember the Civil Rights movement, a time of great unrest and change. I remember the dawning of the “Age of Aquarius” in the late 1960’s. It was also the dawning of my love for playing music, a love that has stayed with me throughout my life. If my life were chapters in a book one would tell of my precious bride of 20+ years who endured so much and stood beside me through the good and the bad. One would describe the blessings of being a father and a grandfather. One would tell about how despite being “the wretch” the song sings about God was able to change me, and use me to make a difference in others lives, make me a servant in His church, and surround me with friends all because of His goodness. All part of a story that has had many twists and turns. I think of the words Jimmy Buffet wrote in one of my favorite songs "As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin’ man I have chalked up many a mile Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks And I learned much from both of their styles" And so it is true for me. But in all of my travels and all I have read and experienced nothing compares to where I am headed. The place where my story here ends and the story that goes on forever begins! "" I am confident that He who began a good work in you will carry it on until completion until the day He returns". Philippians 1:6 My hope is that as we all run our race that in some small way my words will encourage and speak to you, as your story is being written. And draw you ever closer to the One who loves you. Further up and further in!
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