The glory of the crucifixion is that it does not shine, nor glow, nor radiate any of what we now associate with the word 'Holy'. The crucifixion is a person of God becoming sin. It is the moment a lighthouse is darkened on a storming night- its flame extinguished, void of light.
There is nothing joyous about the crucifixion of Christ.
It is a tragedy.
One in which the protagonist falls not for his own fatal flaw, but because of those about him. There is no beauty in the betrayal, beatings, bruises, or bloodshed. Such a fate is a horror for any man, woman, or child to bear. How much more for the Father's Son?
There is no beauty in the crucifixion.
And yet we rejoice, we dance, we sing, we clap and we find peace and comfort in such a brutal event.
Wherefore sweet Christian? Why celebrate the death of your beloved Prince?
Perhaps the act is not where the glory resides?
Perhaps the image of the Crucifixion is not why we rejoice?
Perhaps it is not so much the death of the Son- but the Son Himself?
And not the Son as He is physically:
flesh torn and pierced, hanging naked and shamed.
No.
Perhaps it is His heart where we find joy?
His willingness to bless us undeserving sinners in becoming our sacrifice.
The beauty,
and the glory
of the crucifixion lies not in His physical appearance- but His spirit; not in His act- but that which lies behind the act...
The sincere, earnest, and devoted love of a god, our God, who is willing to tear Himself in two for the sake and fortune of those who deserve it least.
