Six Hours One Friday
by Max Lucado
© 2010 Thomas Nelson, Inc.
Life LESSONS
LUKE 23:1–56
SITUATION
Incited by the temple priests, an angry mob demanded that Pilate crucify Jesus. Pilate knew that he did not have justification for using the death penalty.
OBSERVATION
Through His sacrifice on the Cross, Jesus fulfilled His earthly mission and atoned for sin.
INSPIRATION
The King swallowed. . . .
He looked at the Prince of Light.
“The darkness will be great.” He passed His hand over the spotless face of His Son. “The pain will be awful.” Then He paused and looked at His darkened dominion. When He looked up, His eyes were moist. “But there is no other way.”
The Son looked into the stars as He heard the answer. “Then, let it be done.”
Slowly, the words that would kill the Son began to come from the lips of the Father.
“Hour of death, moment of sacrifice, it is your moment. Rehearsed a million times on false altars with false lambs; the moment of truth has come. . . .
“Oh, My Son, My Child. Look up into the heavens and see My face before I turn it. Hear My voice before I silence it. Would that I could save You and them. But they don’t see and they don’t hear.
“The living must die so that the dying can live. The time has come to kill the Lamb.” . . .
God must have wept as He performed His task. Every lie, every lure, every act done in shadows was in that cup. Slowly, hideously, they were absorbed into the body of the Son. The final act of incarnation. . . .
The throne room is dark and cavernous. The eyes of the King are closed. He is resting.
In His dream He is again in the Garden. The cool of the evening floats across the river as the three walk. They speak of the Garden—of how it is, of how it will be.
“Father...” the Son begins. The King replays the word again. Father. Father. The word was a flower, petal-delicate, yet so easily crushed. Oh, how He longed for His children to call Him Father again.
A noise snaps Him from His dream. He opens His eyes and sees a transcendent figure gleaming in the doorway. “It is finished, Father. I have come home.”
by Max Lucado
© 2010 Thomas Nelson, Inc.
Life LESSONS
LUKE 23:1–56
SITUATION
Incited by the temple priests, an angry mob demanded that Pilate crucify Jesus. Pilate knew that he did not have justification for using the death penalty.
OBSERVATION
Through His sacrifice on the Cross, Jesus fulfilled His earthly mission and atoned for sin.
INSPIRATION
The King swallowed. . . .
He looked at the Prince of Light.
“The darkness will be great.” He passed His hand over the spotless face of His Son. “The pain will be awful.” Then He paused and looked at His darkened dominion. When He looked up, His eyes were moist. “But there is no other way.”
The Son looked into the stars as He heard the answer. “Then, let it be done.”
Slowly, the words that would kill the Son began to come from the lips of the Father.
“Hour of death, moment of sacrifice, it is your moment. Rehearsed a million times on false altars with false lambs; the moment of truth has come. . . .
“Oh, My Son, My Child. Look up into the heavens and see My face before I turn it. Hear My voice before I silence it. Would that I could save You and them. But they don’t see and they don’t hear.
“The living must die so that the dying can live. The time has come to kill the Lamb.” . . .
God must have wept as He performed His task. Every lie, every lure, every act done in shadows was in that cup. Slowly, hideously, they were absorbed into the body of the Son. The final act of incarnation. . . .
The throne room is dark and cavernous. The eyes of the King are closed. He is resting.
In His dream He is again in the Garden. The cool of the evening floats across the river as the three walk. They speak of the Garden—of how it is, of how it will be.
“Father...” the Son begins. The King replays the word again. Father. Father. The word was a flower, petal-delicate, yet so easily crushed. Oh, how He longed for His children to call Him Father again.
A noise snaps Him from His dream. He opens His eyes and sees a transcendent figure gleaming in the doorway. “It is finished, Father. I have come home.”
Six Hours One Friday
by Max Lucado
© 2010 Thomas Nelson, Inc.
Life LESSONS
LUKE 23:1–56
SITUATION
Incited by the temple priests, an angry mob demanded that Pilate crucify Jesus. Pilate knew that he did not have justification for using the death penalty.
OBSERVATION
Through His sacrifice on the Cross, Jesus fulfilled His earthly mission and atoned for sin.
INSPIRATION
The King swallowed. . . .
He looked at the Prince of Light.
“The darkness will be great.” He passed His hand over the spotless face of His Son. “The pain will be awful.” Then He paused and looked at His darkened dominion. When He looked up, His eyes were moist. “But there is no other way.”
The Son looked into the stars as He heard the answer. “Then, let it be done.”
Slowly, the words that would kill the Son began to come from the lips of the Father.
“Hour of death, moment of sacrifice, it is your moment. Rehearsed a million times on false altars with false lambs; the moment of truth has come. . . .
“Oh, My Son, My Child. Look up into the heavens and see My face before I turn it. Hear My voice before I silence it. Would that I could save You and them. But they don’t see and they don’t hear.
“The living must die so that the dying can live. The time has come to kill the Lamb.” . . .
God must have wept as He performed His task. Every lie, every lure, every act done in shadows was in that cup. Slowly, hideously, they were absorbed into the body of the Son. The final act of incarnation. . . .
The throne room is dark and cavernous. The eyes of the King are closed. He is resting.
In His dream He is again in the Garden. The cool of the evening floats across the river as the three walk. They speak of the Garden—of how it is, of how it will be.
“Father...” the Son begins. The King replays the word again. Father. Father. The word was a flower, petal-delicate, yet so easily crushed. Oh, how He longed for His children to call Him Father again.
A noise snaps Him from His dream. He opens His eyes and sees a transcendent figure gleaming in the doorway. “It is finished, Father. I have come home.”
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