The wonderful thing about reading the Scriptures is that they are living and active. Today is Easter which naturally makes this morning Easter morning. I found myself waiting for my lovely girlfriend to finish up with choir practice. That allowed for some time to read and pray. I began reading Mark’s account of the crucifixion and resurrection. As I read through the crucifixion account.
I found myself crying out again with the crowds.
Mark’s account reads:
Now at the feast he used to release for them one prisoner for whom they asked. And among the rebels in prison, who had committed murder in the insurrection, there was a man called Barabbas. And the crowd came up and began to ask Pilate to do as he usually did for them. And he answered them, saying, “Do you want me to release for you the King of the Jews?” For he perceived that it was out of envy that the chief priests had delivered him up. But the chief priests stirred up the crowd to have him release for them Barabbas instead. And Pilate again said to them, “Then what shall I do with the man you call the King of the Jews?” And they cried out again, “Crucify him.” – Mark 15:6-13
I find myself crying out crucify him. But like those gathered in the crowds I’ve been given some prompting. I find no fault in Jesus. I know he’s the sinless Savior. I know there is no fault in Him. Yet, I cry out ‘Crucify Him!’ I know he’s the one who died that I might behold his glory. Yet I find myself slipping back into idolatry. I have no desire in my moments of flesh to behold him as the Lamb sent to take away the sins of the world. I find myself, the son of a man, a Barabbas.
Yet in my rebellion He still answers Pilate in willful obedience. I’m reminded yet again of his obedience. Praise be to the innocent Lamb who went forth to the cross and died and made an end of my disobedience through his righteousness. The end of my disobedience shall come with the echoes of his resurrection. He rose again bringing newness of life and causing death to commit suicide in its greatest act. In his triumphant resurrection he bought my resurrection. The man who cries out ‘Crucify Him!’ even when he knows there is no fault in him though is sin. He bought my resurrection of which I long for. I long for the day where sanctification will have its end. Even in my disobedience with the crowds, Jesus died my soul to save.
Oh praise the One who paid my debt and raised this life up from the dead!