Cheri and I both will never forget our very first Good Friday worship at Redeemer. It was April 25th, 2005. You boldly stood forth, and with empowered divine imagery, you painted a picture of our justification by the horrific bloody sacrifice of the perfect Lamb. You spoke of the thousands of dumb sheep being led to the altar of sacrifice. By the time all of the lambs and other animals had been sacrificed, the high priest robes would be completely stained, red with the blood of the imperfect sacrifice. Yet as God’s Perfect Lamb, He was led to the slaughter, to be bruised (temporary afflicted, but raised to perfection!) for our sins. And His precious shed blood would complete, taking away forever, the need for any additional sacrifice. He took the penalty of our debts, He bore our grief, He carried away our sorrows, He bore them all that we would have His Joy, His Peace and share His Glory and eternity with HIM!
From the Between Two Worlds BlogCalvary Love From The Valley of Vision (pp. 76-77), Christ was all anguishthat I might be all joy,cast offthat I might be brought in,trodden down as an enemythat I might be welcomed as a friend,surrendered to hell’s worstthat I might attain heaven’s best,strippedthat I might be clothed,woundedthat I might be healed,athirstthat I might drink,tormentedthat I might be comforted,made a shamethat I might inherit glory,entered darknessthat I might have eternal light.My Saviour weptthat all tears might be wiped from my eyes,groanedthat I might have endless song,endured all painthat I might have unfading health,bore a thorny crownthat I might have a glory-diadem,bowed his headthat I might uplift mine,experienced reproachthat I might receive welcome,closed his eyes in deaththat I might gaze on unclouded brightness,expiredthat I might for ever live.O Father, who spared not thine only Son that thou mightest spare me,All this transfer thy love designed and accomplished;Help me to adore thee by lips and life.O that my every breath might be ecstatic praise, my every step buoyant with delight. . .The Great Exchange John Flavel: Lord, the condemnation was yours,that the justification might be mine.The agony was yours,that the victory might be mine.The pain was yours,and the ease mine.The stripes were yours,and the healing balm issuing from them mine.The vinegar and gall were yours,that the honey and sweet might be mine.The curse was yours,that the blessing might be mine.The crown of thorns was yours,that the crown of glory might be mine.The death was yours,the life purchased by it mine.You paid the pricethat I might enjoy the inheritance.John Flavel (1671), from his sermon, "The Solemn Consecration of the Mediator," in The Fountain of Life Opened Up: or, A Display of Christ in His Essential and Mediatorial Glory.http://theologica.blogspot.com/
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