I am so thankful for the God I serve. A God that is so big that He can, as one first grader said, “hold the world and all the stars and even all the universe and all the other stars in His hand—on one finger even.” Or as another first grader added, “He’s so big He could toss the world up like a ball and hit it with a bat.”
I am so incredibly thankful that He doesn’t. Even though every human on Earth is unrighteous enough to be smacked into outer space and forgotten forever, God doesn’t. He doesn’t want to forget us. He loves us, and –wonder of all wonders—wants a relationship with each one of us.
That’s why He sent His Son Jesus to suffer excruciating pain on the cross. The agony He experienced as He hung to be the final sacrifice consumed every inch of tissue and muscle, every gallon of blood, every neuron of His nervous system. But even through the torture, He saw me and saw you, and He cried, “Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.”
I was not there to hammer the nail into flesh, but I have intentionally hurt other people in anger. I did not plait the thorns, but I’ve lied and gossiped. I did not spit at Him and mock Him, but I’ve ignored the hurting and stayed quiet when I should have spoken truth. I didn’t gamble for His cloak, but I’ve spent money selfishly when it should have been given to Kingdom work.
I was not there, but truly, I believe, “It is finished!” Sin no longer need reign in my life or yours.
That Sunday morning, by the dewy tomb on a lonely hillside, I was not there. But, oh, joy! I do believe as if I’d seen. He lives. He rose. He conquered death and broke the final barrier between me and a Holy God. By His blood, I now have a relationship with The Holiest One.