Showing posts with label tetelestai. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tetelestai. Show all posts

Saturday, 4 April 2015

40 Acts - Under Cover


Those who sow with tears will reap with songs of joy.
Psalm 126: 5 (NIV)
“It is finished.”
After uttering these words Jesus bowed His head and gave up His spirit. Jesus was dead. In dying He gave. He gave His life as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. He gave everything. He died as He lived—generously.
The thought of death has brought me to tears twice lately. The first was when a dear friend told me he had an incurable type of cancer and had fewer than 24 months to live. He then proceeded to tell me the cancer ‘joke’ his son cracked. And then he spoke of the Lord, and of the Lord’s love, grace and peace. I’ve often heard it said that who we are in life we are in death. My friend was the same funny, loving and gracious man with the big smile and warm hug that he always was. And He was just as much in love with the Lord now as he was before the diagnosis.
The second occasion was during Monday morning prayer with the staff here at Stewardship. Reflecting on the tragic airplane crash in the French Alps, one member of the team struggled through tears to reflect her thoughts for those on board who didn’t know Jesus and she exhorted us to share the good news of Jesus with those around us.
When was the last time you were brought to tears at the thought of a family member, friend, colleague, neighbour or a complete stranger who didn’t know the truth? Jesus didn’t die on the cross to make one way among many; he died to make the way.
Easter Saturday is about waiting—we wait for the glorious resurrection. But it is also about those waiting for the truth. If we don’t tell people that Jesus rose from the dead, affirmed his deity and calls us to repentance, who will? So while you consider the day’s challenge of an ‘over-the-top’ anonymous act, leave room for the days ahead and be anything but anonymous. Be the good news. Psalm 126: 5 (NIV)
“It is finished.”
After uttering these words Jesus bowed His head and gave up His spirit. Jesus was dead. In dying He gave. He gave His life as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. He gave everything. He died as He lived—generously.
The thought of death has brought me to tears twice lately. The first was when a dear friend told me he had an incurable type of cancer and had fewer than 24 months to live. He then proceeded to tell me the cancer ‘joke’ his son cracked. And then he spoke of the Lord, and of the Lord’s love, grace and peace. I’ve often heard it said that who we are in life we are in death. My friend was the same funny, loving and gracious man with the big smile and warm hug that he always was. And He was just as much in love with the Lord now as he was before the diagnosis.
The second occasion was during Monday morning prayer with the staff here at Stewardship. Reflecting on the tragic airplane crash in the French Alps, one member of the team struggled through tears to reflect her thoughts for those on board who didn’t know Jesus and she exhorted us to share the good news of Jesus with those around us.
When was the last time you were brought to tears at the thought of a family member, friend, colleague, neighbour or a complete stranger who didn’t know the truth? Jesus didn’t die on the cross to make one way among many; he died to make the way.
Easter Saturday is about waiting—we wait for the glorious resurrection. But it is also about those waiting for the truth. If we don’t tell people that Jesus rose from the dead, affirmed his deity and calls us to repentance, who will? So while you consider the day’s challenge of an ‘over-the-top’ anonymous act, leave room for the days ahead and be anything but anonymous. Be the good news.

Mike O'Neil


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Sunday, 24 March 2013

Palm Sunday - Praise and Rejection

palm crosses blessed
and waved
sang 'Hosanna'
Said a prayer (or did I mumble?)

had fingers crossed as confessed our sins
my sins
looking to God for forgiveness
and a short memory
for sins past
and life events (failed)
'What greater love than this?'
no need to ask as the nail-pierced hand held mine
safely
assuredly

and then
without warning
there were were
on a journey

donkey with a King on its back
King with stripes on His back for a donkey (that's me)
before the religious leaders (who crucify Him still)
before the Political stooge
the Pilate who ley justice fly in the face of truth and love
before the ersatz king
the horrid who was Herod
And back again

And we cried out
Silently
above the noise of love

our lives
our hearts
our sinful
selfish
cruel ambitions
cried out: 'crucify Him, crucify Him!'

And they did
They bloody well did
gave us exactly what we demanded

and Him
scourged
bleeding
broken
went off to Golgotha

Nailed
Pierced
Broken
mocked

even by the bloke next to Him
(but not the bloke on the other side)

and then
'it is finished'
job's a good 'un

tetelestai
the debt
of sin
cancelled
paid
by THE act of love

Centurion
battle-scarred
seen men die
made men die
standing and watched
impressed?
touched?
guilty?
proclaims the dead
'a righteous man'
'a good bloke?'
'a dead good bloke' perhaps?

and taken down
wrapped up
like a Christmas present?
like an Easter present?
a 'good egg' perhaps?
He's placed in a tomb

game over?
not the Messiah?
without hindsight what would we be thinking
how would we be acting
what would this mean to us

and so
Palm Sunday done
everything on hold
we await
eagerly?
disbelieving?
hoping
for a greater comeback
than winning 5-7 from 4-1 down at half-time

Holy Week
wholly weak
we struggle to
a Good Friday
in the knowledge of
a better Sunday