Hey, hey, Summer Blog Readers! Hope things are good in your neighborhood! Things are for sure looking up in the Bailey household! We got a call today that the movers who have been holding our stuff “hostage” in another state are finally going to deliver this week. Better late than never, right? Answered prayers all around!
Here we are in Mark for Word Wednesday. What speaks to you in this gospel? Drop into the comments below and share!
Mark 15:37-38 (NIV, emphasis mine)–And Jesus uttered a loud cry, and breathed his last. And the veil of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom.
I absotively, posolutely, love verse 38 almost more than almost any verse in the Bible! The first time I fully understood it was not the first time I read it. No. It had flown past my eyes dozens of times before the implication caught me. It’s one of the coolest things in the Bible to me.
Jesus completed his mission. Done. Finished. All over but the shoutin’… And at that instant, God tore the veil in the temple, the separation between the people and the Holy of Holies. He ripped it right in two and let us know that nothing stood between us and Him anymore.
That’s awesome, but the thing that gives me chills every time is how He did it. He ripped it from TOP to BOTTOM. The first time that hit me, it floored me. Only God could have torn it from the top; it was too high for human hands to reach. How wonderful do you think that moment was in heaven, the moment when Jesus literally tore down the wall between heaven and earth, and God figuratively reached down and ripped the veil? I wonder if God meant to do that all along, or if He got so excited He reached out and did it out of sheer joy that His people could now come freely to Him? Either way, I’ll bet that was one awesome grin on His face. His boy did it, and everything would be different from that moment on out.
Either way… God rocks, doesn’t He?