It is Finished
When Jesus had received the sour wine, he said, “It is finished,” and he bowed his head and gave up his spirit. John 19:30
It is finished to the fullest and complete. Brutally beaten and torn. I came into this world Holy God-man but now scorned and mocked. Replaced by a criminal for fear that I may cause mutiny from false religions based on human merit.
The righteousness that I proclaimed was impossible to achieve apart from the intervention of a Holy God (Mark 10:27). I showed to evil men the true nature of the law but all they saw was a usurper of their own control over the definition of “righteous”.
Submissive to My Father’s will, I drank the cup meant for my enemies. The ones who spat upon me and divided my clothing I cried out for them to be forgiven (Luke 23:34). They did not know they were crucifying the Savior of the world.
Forsaken by my own Father. I cried out to Him but for one time in eternity He would not hear. My Father turned his back unable to look upon the most sinful sight the world will ever see—the combined filth of all the saints pouring down on me from Adam to my second coming. I hung on that tree damned.
Yet from the world’s founding, I was the lamb slain (Revelation 13:8). I did not make a mistake in my creation. For all time I knew that the place of the skull would be the place where wood and nails and mockery would mark the only hope for humanity to identify sons and daughters of the living God (John 12:27).
It is a good Friday, for I finished the work.
It is finished to the fullest and complete. My holy wrath poured on the most innocent One. My Son (Romans 3:23-25).
Finished. His body has fulfilled in perfect unique form payment in full for sinners.
My back is turned on the Son. My triune Son and equal. The God-Man. Willingly subordinate and willing to die. He cries out “Father” but I will not hear Him (Matthew 27:46).
It was my will to crush Him (Isaiah 53:10).
I have seen in his blood the perfect payment fulfilling my wrath against unholy man. The blood of countless bulls and goats could not satisfy like Him (Hebrews 10:4). Perfect, spotless, holy God-man. Countless sons and daughters will be brought into my fold of glory (Hebrews 2:10). I will look upon my torn, mocked, and scorn Son in place of their iniquity.
It is a good Friday, for my righteous judgment of sin is poured out on My Son.
The Adopted Son and Daughter
It is finished to the fullest and complete. The debt of sin I owed, at great cost, has been removed from me. The righteous God-man hanging on that tree whom I whipped and mocked has paid in full what holy God held against me (2 Corinthians 5:19). All of it. My deception and pride and the secret dark marks that riddle my life. And the things I would have called righteous (Isaiah 64:6). His wrath is no more coming after me for my unholy deeds.
And oh, I see it now, praise God! That crucified man, Jesus. He is not foolish anymore. He is life. He is breath. He is everything to me. His cross is the power of God (1 Corinthians 1:18). I see my sin, MY sin, hanging on His shoulders running through the cracked torn skin mingling with His blood.
Where once I trusted in myself and in my wealth and success and own righteousness for comfort in this life. I now count them as rubbish just to know this Christ better (Philippians 3:4-11). “Grace and mercy!” I scream at the top of my lungs. For the grace and mercy of God is what has rescued me (Ephesians 2:1-10). He has not counted my sin against me, that pile of filth and shame I lived in. He has given me life and calls me now “son”. He has filled me with joy which I cannot contain. From now to eternity, I tell the world, “Not I but Christ in me”. Him I follow in humility.
It is a GOOD Friday. I am a child of the King of kings.