So begins our (at least my) section of editorials. Although I like fiction, this is something that just wouldn’t get out of my brain. So, I wrote it down, and hopefully it came out okay.
I have to laugh anytime someone says that fearing God is a sort of respect, the kind of thing you’d have for a teacher. I mean, come on, this is the God of the universe, the one who can kill you with a single thought. That’s pretty scary to me.
Our God is a loving God, it’s true, but He is also a fair God. Sin brings death, as Romans 5:12 tells us. “When Adam sinned, sin entered the entire human race. Adam’s sin brought death, so death spread to every, for everyone sinned.” In the Old Testament, they used animals, but even then, that would only cover part of the penalty.
From the beginning, God had a redemption plan. He promised to send a seed to Adam and Eve (Genesis 3:15), a descendant who would eventually destroy the serpent. This, as we’ve all heard in Sunday School, Vacation Bible School, or whatever alternative you wish to choose, was Christ, God’s son.
Our sin was huge. Ginormous, so to speak. The blood of animals couldn’t fill a holy God’s desire for justice. But what was the alternative? He had already destroyed the world by water, and had promised never to do that again. And so, when the time he had ordained came, God sent His son, to be born of a woman and be born under the law. The latter is to prove to the world that He was perfect. And, during his years on Earth, he was faultless. The Pharisees, who had studied the law all their lives, couldn’t find any way to trip him up, he was so perfect.
His mission? To redeem those who lived under the law, so that we could be adopted into God’s family. And He succeeded. Now, in Christ Jesus, we are able to be God’s children. And because we’re his kids, God gave us the Holy Spirit.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. The crucifixion of Christ has been portrayed so many times, I’m not going to try and describe it, as I think it’s just going to be nothing for most of us who have heard it all our lives. But instead, let’s try something. Imagine, for a second, instead of someone saying Christ was crucified, they said he was hanged. Can you see the platform dropping out from under Him, His legs jerking as His neck is snapped? Or that He was sent to the electrical chair? Can you hear the crack of electricity, hear the screams of a man who was not sedated? Except it wasn’t like that. It was slow. They tortured him. It was police brutality to the extreme, hurting, helping, then making the pain worse.
It was Christ’s death that finally appeased God’s holy wrath. It took the death of His SON. Can I get that across any better? Would it help if I made the font bigger? God’s SON died, and only that stopped the wrath of God. And I have these people that I’m just supposed to respect God? No. He’s far to AWESOME (And those who know me know that I don’t use that word lightly) to just have a simple respect. He deserves knee-knocking, heart pounding terror.
But while we are filled with this fear, we are called to love Him. Why? For the exact same reason. God gave us His one and only Son to save us. It’s not like Christ sneaked down to Earth and did all this in secret. No, he was sent.
On the eve of His death, Christ cries out. He knows what’s coming, and He’s stressed. He’s completely, utterly, scared. He doesn’t want to die. He’s fully human, and he’s going to feel every single burst of pain. He’s already feeling pain, literally sweating blood. He feels it trickling down his cheek, and he cries out to His daddy. It’s not a weak, whimpering prayer, it’s manly. He asks His father to help him. He doesn’t want to go through with it. But, as we all know, He says for God’s will to be done, not His own. God tells Him no.
On the cross, Christ takes the sins of the world. Think of all the sins you’ve committed, then multiply that by the world. Christ is the epitome of sin, when before, He was the Son of God. And then the worst happens. God separates His holy self from Christ’s presence. Before, at least there was some comfort, but now? God is gone, and Christ is alone, facing Hell.
I’m going to be blunt here. Christ died for your sins, but did you know that has a double meaning? One, Christ willingly died to save you from your sins, and the other, Christ died because of your sins. Your sins caused the death of God’s Son. My sins caused the death of God’s Son.
That’s the reason why we’re supposed to love him. Because he first loved us. He didn’t die for us after we had gotten it together and asked, no, he saw how utterly sinful we were, how depraved. We were so far in sin that we couldn’t do anything about it. And yet, while we were in the middle of sinning, Christ died for us. I cry, I rejoice, all in the same breath.
The story isn’t over. Christ has to do one last thing. Before His time in Hell, He had brought people back from the dead, and now, he’s going to do it again. In this, he shows us that we don’t need to fear death, not if we trust and believe in Him. The reason? He’s on the other side, waiting for us. And that, to me, is plenty reason to not be afraid of death.
It’s fascinating how editorials work, isn’t it? You start out talking about the fear of God, and end up with not fearing death. Ah, well. Such is the way, I suppose.
If anyone disagrees with what was written here, please feel free to use our comment section for your own editorial. I’m still young, and I have a lot to learn. And who better than from our readers? Although, if you could, please keep it short. Thank you.