While reading The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe for the first time since like, early high school, it hit me harder than ever before that Jesus died. Now, I realize that that sounds kinda funny... Yes, we all know that Jesus died and rose again on the third day and went to Heaven to prepare a place for us. And we can talk all day about Reconciliation or Ransom or who knows what all was exactly accomplished. There are lots of beautiful songs about "the wondrous cross" and other things praising Jesus' final act that saved us all.
But Jesus died.
I was reading about Aslan being beaten and mocked and shorn and that was all fine and good, I mean we've heard all about that and we've seen tons and tons of movies where people get tortured in horrified and gory ways, not to mention the Passion of the Christ and once you add that to all the bloody video games that callous us it's really not a problem to just skim over all that bad stuff but then... Dead?
Jesus died.
He wasn't just beaten and bruised and flogged and stabbed and punched and mocked and spit on. He was killed. Once again, it's not all the "how's" that hit me. Nor did all the repercussions of that sacrifice have such an impact. It was just the simple realization that Jesus actually died. That's all.
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Sometimes the realization of Jesus' actual death escapes us, for we focus upon the suffering and the resurrection.
I'm glad of your post, for the ideas within certainly helped me temporarily focus my mind upon an often-neglected event in the passion narrative.
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