It is such a joy to commemorate our Lord this Holy Week, remembering His assault, step by determined step, on our captivity to eternal damnation by His substitutionary death by crucifixion. And all His words and actions during those portentous days; the excruciating payment by His scourging for our healings (Is 53:5 –“by His stripes we are healed”), His agonizing hours on the cross followed by His victorious resurrection—He being the first-fruits of His amazing plan of the redemption of the world, and His amazing promises of life and light to those who believe and receive Him as their Lord and Savior.
     And this is Who chose to leave His throne, take on the form of mortal man, and walk to the cross for us:
“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning.  Through Him all things were made; without Him nothing was made that has been made. In Him was Life, and that Life was the Light of men. The Light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it.”
John 1: 1-5
V12&13 “Yet to all who received Him, to those who believed in His name, He gave the right to become children of God—children born not of natural descent, or of human decision or a husband’s will, but born of God.”
V14 “The Word became flesh and made His dwelling among us. We have seen His glory, the glory of the One and Only, Who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.”
V16,17&18 “From the fullness of His grace we have all received one blessing after another. For the law was given through Moses; grace and truth came through Jesus Christ. No one has ever seen God, but God the One and Only, Who is at the Father’s side, He has made Him known.”
    Wow! Who would ever leave His throne to do such a thing? Only Someone with enough love—and enough power behind Him—to pull it off.
     When I look around at this world, with its sorrow and trouble and man’s inhumanity to man, I wonder how He could bear to see it all, hear it all, and still be willing to die for this travailing creation. Yet He did, and still bears seeing and hearing the misery while He waits for the last one to be saved.
     The depth of this kind of Love I cannot comprehend. But I am grateful, grateful, grateful.
     And more determined than ever to give every step, every breath, to the amazing Lord Who has saved my soul, and Who I will be with, soon, like the thief who hung beside Him on Calvary’s hill, together in Paradise