The Party

                                                         The Party

“But we see Jesus, who was made a little lower than the angels, now crowned with glory and honor because he suffered death,… for everyone.”

Hebrews 2:9

Fire lit torches blazed the evening sky as marching feet quickly made their way to the guilty party.

Eleven men huddled together as their hearts beat in cold fear. They knew. Jesus had told them. Their Savior—the One who was supposed to destroy the world and set them free from tyranny—was going to die.

They had to stop it. One kissed the Savior’s tear stained cheek in betrayal. One took out his sword and cut off an enemy’s ear.

Ten thousand angels hovered closely, waiting for the command to destroy the enemy.  The command never came.

In the end, when all hope of rescue died—the ones He called friends—fled!   

Jesus Christ was no pathetic, self-pitying Savior. Hear His strength, His power, His confidence as He called His disciples...as He's calling you.

“Don’t you know this is why I came into the world…to lay down my life for the sin of the world? Don’t you know that after three days in the grave, I will rise again? Don’t you know you will live with Me in heaven if you believe…only believe?”

So Jesus Christ died a tortured death on a lonely cross,

for you…for me. With no defense, without so much as a whimper, not even, “But your honor, I didn’t do it. I plead a re-trial.”  

He prayed. He forgave. He cried out. He bled profusely. And then—He died.

Jesus didn’t throw a pity party. But the demons did. Their arch enemy was

dead. The One who slapped the devil in the face in the Garden of Eden was dead, dead, dead!

But on the third day…when Jesus Christ crashed through the gates of hell...what a party!