GodReflection: My Contract with Jesus Reviewed
The morning I started to draft this post I received word that my friend and lifelong cousin Norman died of a fatal heart attack the previous evening.
At breakfast this news found me in the middle of a reread of Timothy Keller’s book, Walking with God through Pain and Suffering.
As I ate my cereal, I came across these words in his chapter on The Challenge to Faith:
. . . It was not God’s intent for human life . . . even a peaceful death at the age of ninety years old is not the way things were meant to be. Those of us who sense the “wrongness” of death—in any form—are correct. The “rage at the dying of the light” is our intuition that we were not meant for mortality, for the loss of love, or for the triumph of darkness . . . we were not meant to simply go to dust, and that love was meant to last.
Death notices bring loss. They come with life on this earth. I can’t get use to them. Over the decades if I had a certificate for each death from family and friends, I would have a supply to cover the walls of multiple rooms.
In three places, Jesus signed the contract I made with him to give me assurance that death notices will be eliminated. His signature guarantees one day I will live without death.
He joined death to conquer its hold on me and those I love. That makes death a vital component in the account of Jesus’ crucifixion. Because of Jesus death I have hope packed in expectation.
The people who filled Jerusalem for the Passover celebration found themselves at Calvary as witnesses to the crucifixion scene of three men—one who claimed to be God’s Son and King of the Jews.
They heard his cries, “My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?” “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.” “It is finished.”
Among the crowd all could see—Jesus died.
The apostle John stood by Jesus’ mother Mary and close enough to speak with Jesus, affirmed in his Gospel that Jesus was dead.
Roman soldiers knew he was dead. One of the soldiers pierced Jesus’ side with a spear and they all saw the flow of blood and water (John 19:34).
The wealthy man Joseph and the learned Nicodemus felt the feel of death when they took his lifeless body from the cross and touched the cold dead skin as the two of them wrapped it, with spices, in strips of linen (John 19:40).
Friday evening, Saturday and in the first hours of Sunday death reigned. In the blackness separated from the light of the Father, the perfect Jesus served sin’s death sentence in my place and in your place.
Jesus signature is strong. His own red blood from the quill remains bold and clear. It is easy to read—Jesus The Christ Son of God (risen from the grave).
His grace filled signature covers all my sin. It covers every misstep whether intentional of not. He reads my heart not the list of my mistakes.
On one signature line of our contract his blood red signature honored by the Holy declares his body was lifeless inside a tomb as he died in my place. If you have not signed a contract—all heaven yet pleads for you to accept Jesus’ signature and place your own by his as your gift of submission.
Have you ever dared to imagine how life will be without death?