The crucifixion, death, and burial of Jesus are central to our faith. It is the most brutal event in human history, and yet it is important to that we understand it.
Jesus was forced to endure two trials after His arrest: a religious one, and a civil one. Neither was just. Yet both were part of God's plan of redemption.
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As we come to the beginning of Mark 14, we are forced to consider what Jesus is really worth to us. Do we have a price for selling out?
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In Mark 13, Jesus teaches about what His followers can expect in the future, including what signs to look for and when they can expect to see all things fulfilled.
Today is the quietest day of the Christian calendar. No triumphant entry. No resurrection announcement. Just a sealed tomb, a grieving handful of followers, and a silence that must have felt like the end of everything.
But heaven was not silent.
The cross was not an accident. It was not a tragedy God scrambled to redeem. It was love — deliberate, costly, personal. He gave His Son knowing exactly what it would require. And He did it anyway.
For you.
"But God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us." — Romans 5:8
In the silence of this day between Friday and Sunday, there is an invitation — not to rush ahead to the empty tomb, but to let the weight of the cross settle in. To sit with the question: do you actually believe He did this for you?
Not for humanity in the abstract. For you, by name, in full knowledge of your story.
Maybe today is the day that finally lands.
Chuck Swindoll preaching powerfully on the only way we can find hope in death:
“But Job. What a man. I just read again his words. Listen to them:
‘I know that my Redeemer lives and at the last He shall stand on this earth, and though after worms destroy this body, in my flesh, shall I see God.’
What a great, great statement. He believed he would be raised whole and complete because of his Redeemer. Interesting word—Redeemer. It’s from the Hebrew goel. It means ‘defender.’ Don’t you love that?
I know that my Defender lives. You see, at death, we don’t need a priest, a preacher. We don’t need an attorney or physician, a warrior heavily armed. Does us no good. We need a Defender, someone to acquit us before a holy God because even as Job may have been a fine man, he was not sinless. Nor is any one of us.
And knowing that we are sinful, how can we stand before a holy God when we are raised? We must have a Defender. One who paid a price for us on a cross…
Death will not win. Death has no sting. The grave has no victory when you have a Defender…”
Joseph of Arimathea pulled a corpse off a cross with his bare hands.
Blood under his fingernails. The weight of a dead man sagging into his arms.
He wrapped God in linen, pressed the fabric into wounds that were still wet.
Nicodemus brought seventy-five pounds of burial spice. A king's funeral for a man the world just murdered.
They carried Him into a hole in the rock and rolled the stone shut.
And everything you've ever done went in with Him.
Every night you can't sleep because of what you did. Every morning, you can't look in the mirror. The thing you did to her. The thing you did to them. The
lie you've been carrying so long it feels like bone.
The version of you that drinks alone and pretends tomorrow will be different.
That man was buried with Christ.
Stone sealed. Done.
Not managed. Not in therapy. Not on a payment plan with God where you slowly earn your way back. Buried. In a tomb. Under rock. Gone.
Three days of silence. Three days of a cold body in the dark.
Then the stone moved.
And when He walked out, the grave clothes were folded on the slab. He didn't stumble out tangled in death. He left it sitting there like a man who's done
with the clothes he used to wear.
Lazarus needed someone to unwrap him. Death still clung to him even after he was breathing.
Jesus folded His own burial linen and walked out clean.
That's the difference between religion and resurrection. Religion unwraps you slowly. Asks you to manage your sin. Attend the class. Read the book. Try harder next week.
Resurrection says the man who walked into that tomb is dead. The man who walked out doesn't know him.
You're not fixing the old you. The old you is in a sealed tomb in Jerusalem, and he's not coming back.
The man reading this, the one who thinks he's too far gone, you're not too far. You're already buried. The funeral happened two thousand years
ago.
Now get up. The stone's already moved. The linen's already folded.
Walk out.
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