There HE is …

                                                                                       image: AD

There He is … suspended between the earth of His creation and His eternal home.

Suspended on an object of His own creation – material He, Himself, formed out of nothing and on that day He pronounced it good. On that same day He knew that one day, this very day, He would hang here on this tree. Did He watch it grow; knowing that the day was drawing nearer? Did the Father, watch as the tree was cut down and did He feel a twinge knowing that soon He would have to turn His back on His own, His beloved one … in order to make me accepted in the beloved?

There He is  … suspended between the earth of His creation and His eternal home.

Suspended by the creatures of His making. On the day He formed them, He was pleased, they brought pleasure to His Creator heart. Hard to see what might have been pleasing about these bloodthirsty, hateful, mocking and scornful beings, bent on His destruction and humiliation.  Hands He made, present Him with an offering – a crown of thorns. Hands He made beat Him, whip Him, strip Him and strike Him. Lips He formed, snarl and sneer at Him, spit on Him, curse Him, mock Him and yell abuse at Him …  Him … the one in whose hands their breath is. He was Author of the first breath of each of these beings, He witnessed each and every breath that brought them to this moment in time; and now that breath is used to inflict pain, abuse and shame on Him … in order that I would be accepted, by this one, the Author of my salvation.

There He is … suspended between the sinful creatures of His creation and His Father.

Suspended to take the punishment for their sins. The sins of the WORLD, everyone in the world, every single wrong thought, action, attitude, that has ever been committed or contemplated. The wrongs, the unrighteousness, the injustice, the crimes, the lies, the wickedness perpetrated by every single being He created …  ever … that’s the Creator suspended there, and He dies for these, the sins of the creature. He, the sinless, perfect being is sacrificed … in order to make me an imperfect, sinful being, accepted.

There He is … suspended between His creation and His Father.
He raises His head.

“It is finished

… the cry rings out from the One suspended between heaven and earth… before it leaves His lips it has reached the ears of His Father and He is satisfied.
That cry reaches the ears of those watching, it echoes through the world, across time … and today it reaches our hearts

… It is done

And now, I am accepted!


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