Here Is Love

I have somewhere outside my bedroom window a purple finch singing his alert, joyful, high-pitched "see-saw" spring tune. It is Good Friday. We have had an extraordinary week of warm weather. March retreated without incident. The community sheds a collective sigh of relief and casts off winter coats.

Facilities are closed for this statutory holiday, but I sense that largely the people do not get it. Certainly there is little decoration proclaiming the greatest day in the calendar. The hams, lambs and turkeys are in store for Sunday. The candy. The new spring clothes. But what of this day?

"Oh, you mean your morbid Christian day of brutal death on a hill?"

No, I mean the day where above all others God showed his love and opened a way for us for fellowship and mutual trust which could not have come about in any other fashion. I won't press theology here. I do enough of that in another blog.

But I will present one portion of scripture from 1 John 4:

9In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God sent his only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through him.

10Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins.

11Beloved, if God so loved us, we ought also to love one another.

A "propitiation" is an offering to make amends. The Father knew that it was necessary. The Son knew. Since before the foundation of the earth they had this plan. Then through thirty-three years of benevolent "earth-walk" the Son obediently progressed toward the inevitable blood-letting at Calvary. Noble. Brave. Selfless. Faithful.

It takes the Holy Spirit to show you how enormous this transaction is. Redemption. Canceling of a debt. Freedom to enter into the realm of an absolutely holy God.

Happy Easter. Beginning today. The finch has good reason to rejoice.


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