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“It is
finished.” Jesus cried! Stop and listen. Can you imagine the cry from the
cross? What was finished? The history-long plan of redeeming man. The
message of God to man. The works done by Jesus as a man on earth were finished.
Had Jesus’ hands not been fastened down, I dare say that a
triumphant fist would have punched the dark sky. This is no cry of despair. It
is a cry of completion. A cry of victory. A cry of fulfillment. Yes, even
a cry of relief. “Take me home.” Come, ten thousand angels! Come and
take this wounded one to the cradle of his Father’s arms.
Farewell, manger’s infant. Yes, take him home. Take this Son
to his Father. He deserves a rest. Bless you, holy
ambassador. Go home, rest well. The battle is over! It is finished.
From On Calvary’s Hill