On a hill, an empty cross stands; high above a city.
An innocent man died. Nailed to a cross.
Died the death of a criminal.
Yet in the light of his radiance I saw my guilt all too clearly; as I stood there in judgment.
I didn’t understand. I didn’t know!
How could I??
He was bound so I might be free.
My debts now paid.
My soul ransomed
That Passover He was the lamb; pure and without fault, sacrificed so that we might be spared death.
Where there was sin, a turning away from God, a blood sacrifice had to be made.
The law demanded it.
The scales of justice were weighed and our sins hung in the balance against us. The wages of sin is death.
How could I ever escape my debt; this millstone around my neck?
I was separated from God, far from his perfection, his purity, his love – so very far away.
In one selfless act, those sins were forever wiped out. Obliterated. Forgotten. Never to be held against me, or you. A slate wiped clean. Once and for all time. The way back to my Daddy made clear.
My heart is overwhelmed. I emerge from blackness into the light. All things made new.
I am not perfect. I may not be that bad. But I can never claim that I deserved the death of another; His death substituted for my own.
He took my place on that cross. I see it now. I can scarcely take it in.
I have known pain, but I can never know the pain of a Son separated from his Heavenly Father. A very part of His being.
Never before alone, and for those three days unutterably so.
The sky is dark. That cross now stands empty.
Somehow, where the darkness meets the light, the darkness is darker and the light shines out even more brightly.
So that we too may stand on that hill and stand like a beacon of light in the night.