torn apart, You paid my price

I didn't get to go to a Good Friday service last night. I worked until 8:30 pm and then chased the last rays of Spring sunshine back to my neighborhood. I had my belly full of joy, satisfied with the abundance of His grace that carried me from Monday to Friday dusk.

The death didn't set in until this morning and now I cannot dry my eyes. Jesus died. He was torn apart to satisfy God's wrath and to secure my place of forever joy with Him. Jesus died and the next day He was still dead.

I don't understand it.

John Piper tweeted this morning: "Still sovereign while dead. 'Destroy this temple, and in three days I will raise it up.' (John 2:19)" What does that mean - that He was sovereign even while He was dead? How could my Savior die?

I don't pretend to understand it - the mystery of it all - but I do understand this: my belly fills with joy because I am redeemed. I am set free by the grace of God as He looks on the perfect sacrifice of His Son that satisfies His wrath.

I am set free because my Savior was torn apart and humiliated in death to pay the price of my ugly heart. Today, I'll let the tears roll because my belly full of joy came at great cost.

My complete and abundant joy was secured when God's complete and perfect wrath was satisfied in the sacrifice of Jesus Christ.

I don't understand this Holy Saturday, but I do understand this: the dead weight of Friday looks to Sunday for relief in the resurrection.

Torn apart you paid my price, The wrath of God was satisfied I traded sin, you gave me life My hope is found on Jesus Christ

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"The happy ending of the Resurrection is so enormous that it swallows up even the sorrow of the Cross.” - Tim Keller