just another day.

well, today was just another day. nothing special.

it was just a day.

thousands of years ago, it was just a day. a normal day, like any other.
but on that day, thousands of years ago, Jesus was preparing. His death was imminent. He knew it was coming. He asked, begged even, to have the burden of guilt and sin lifted from his shoulders. but the storm was coming.

supper came and went. the betrayer left to do the deed that defined him.

it was just a day.

but that day became something great. after waiting for hours upon hours for his own arrest, Jesus went calmly with the betrayers. some were just along for the walk. others truly believed him guilty. others were too easily convinced.

it was just a day.

and yet, we too go along for the walk. we too believe others to be guilty. we too are too easily convinced.

it was my sin that held him there.

I accused him too.
he suffered on my behalf.
he died for me.

it was my sin that held him there.

indeed, it was my sin that made the whole thing necessary.

it was my sin that held him there.

my sins created the need for the cross. God made a way for it to work. Jesus took it upon himself to weather the storm of my sin, something I could never have done.

death. death to him, who claims God as his Father! death.

and he died.
slowly.
painfully.
feeling every sin upon him.
feeling alone.
feeling forgotten.
completely rejected.

the tomb was prepared.

it was just a day.

the sabbath approached. the body, void of life, void of meaning, was wrapped.

it was just a day.

nothing special. the day after the sabbath. nothing was holy about such a day. it was normal. the beginning of the week.

but the day turned brilliant!

he is not here. he is risen!
in power.
in glory.
in might.

this day is the Lord's. He reigns again. The Son of the One True God.

it is just a day.

HIS day.