A Necessary Death
"Then came the day of Unleavened Bread, on which the Passover lamb had to be sacrificed." (Luke 22:7)
It was necessary for Christ to die. And it is necessary that we believe in the Only Begotten from the Father, full of grace and truth. It is necessary that we grasp this truth.
Besides "Praise God!", "Wow!" is my most common exclamation at the greatness of God's purposes in Christ. I'm overcome with the depth of the truth and what it means for my life that it was necessary for Jesus to die. The unweighable burden of the world's sin, of my sin, was so crushingly excruciating and unpayable by mere mortals that God Himself, God Himself, just let that sink in, God Himself...had to take care of it.
This was no easy job. No simple task. Our cosmic treason was of the most hienous order and to rectify the depth of depravity that had been unleashed with enmity towards the Creator of all things, that Creator had to die in the place of, for, substitutionally, for His chosen ones. All who would believe would be forever indebted to the One Who alone dwells in immortality and unapproachable light. We would forever bow in gratitude for the magnitude of love, mercy, and grace poured out on our behalf and in our stead.
I do not see how anyone could want to run away from that unless he was blinded by the devil and deluded beyond all reason. That IS the nature of spiritual deadness. An utter inability to do for oneself what one would want if they could see, perceive, recognize their true condition. We go on obliviously hellbent on our way without Christ unless and until God opens our eyes to the Truth in His perfect time. When we come to our senses and want to believe, repent, and obediently follow Jesus, it is only because God did His regenerating work in our hearts. Unless and until that happens, we ignorantly walk aimlessly through this life, deludedly thinking we are right, or with that slow, dull, nagging, aching feeling that something just isn't right.
We can't seem to be able to put it into words but we try. Every song, every story, every poem written through the lens of the unregenerate heart is achingly yearning for what they cannot figure out and could never manufacture. The futility of fallen man is breathtaking in its scope, and crushing in its tragic, self-centered trajectory. The glorious exhilaration of the gift of God in Christ Jesus our Lord which is eternal life is beyond words. As Peter put it, we experience "Joy inexpressible, and full of glory." "For Christ, our Passover lamb, has been sacrificed." (1 Cor. 5:7)