Holy Week 2016 - The Cost of the Day – Dearest Blood

Greetings Dear Reader,

The cost of the day is nothing less than the beating, torture, and murder of the Son of God.  We come to the turn of the tide in this day.  We see that the fullness of time is about to begin to pour itself out.

First, however, we need to see the blood.  The drops of grief born blood from the garden last night are the first in the rainstorm that will come as Pilate has Jesus beaten.  As the thorns sink into Jesus’ head more blood falls down his face.  The blood joins the blood on his face as his beard is ripped out and his face is torn with punches.

All the way back to Cain man has shed blood out of anger, jealousy, and greed.  Today the Romans and Jews act on behalf of the entire world to draw blood from God in the same way.  Remember that in these moments of bitter cost to God he loves the people who are doing it to him.  God’s blood covers the ground where he is beaten and tried.

His blood drips as he carries his cross leaving a trail from trial to the place of the skull.  His blood covers the cross.  His wrists and feet take the nails and there is more blood.  He hangs.  He forgives.  He speaks.  It is finished. 

One more time the Romans shed his blood.  The spear confirms that he is dead.  Blood and water stream from the side of the Water of Life.  The cost of the day is a dead God, a dark sky, shaken earth, and a ripped curtain in the temple.  We have complete access to the Father now by faith.  We paid for the party with our dearest blood. 

Known by the Scars – Michael Card

Mother Mary cried as she held heaven her arms

For the shadow of the scar she saw was clear

As her own bewildered baby lay weeping for the world

Whose frightened tears would free us all from fear

The marks of death that God chose never to erase

The wounds of loves eternal war

When the kingdom comes with its perfected sons

He will be known by the scars

For a time He sought to tell the world He was the Way

That God the father had a human heart

With His own holy hands He sought

To touch and heal their scars

But they chose to tear those gentle hands apart

What was there to wipe away the tears

Firm the holy eyes of God

As He looked upon His one and only Son

Who'd never sin, no nigh, yet was crucified

The marks of death that God chose never to erase

The wounds of loves eternal war

When the kingdom comes with its perfected sons

He will be known by the scars

And after they had slain Him and laid Him in the grave

And the ones He loved had fled into the dark

Then His love and power raised Him

God won the victory

But they only recognized Him by the scars

The marks of death that God chose never to erase

The wounds of loves eternal war

When the kingdom comes with its perfected sons

He will be known by the scars

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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