“It is consummated.”
Looking back, I’d always think of things when something is accomplished, it would be of greater joy. I’d always have a very loud exhilarating sigh whenever I say, “It is finished!”
But looking at the Cross, I never thought that that phrase would be so bittersweet. I’d be hit with guilt and pain unimaginable, but at the same time, I’d be relieved that I was saved. Saved by the pain in which he had endured, a pain that would have made me weak and so vulnerable, a pain that would make me give up before anything else.
Those three words. Those three words have moved and haunted me in a way I couldn’t explain. It felt like as if it were the last phrase in a book that have kept me on the edge of my seat. Three words so beautiful yet painstakingly terrifying, yet those three words had sealed our fate, those three words had saved our souls.
An amazing love, it is. That he has endured all of these things for us, even if we are unworthy of all these.
It is finished. The Son of Man had died.
It is finished. On the cross, he breathed his last.
It is finished. We are saved and made free.
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