When Jesus had tasted it, he said, “It is finished!” Then he bowed his head and released his spirit (John 19:30).
During Lent, I have been challenged to focus on the Cross. I don’t think about the Cross often. It is not nice to think about torture.
So although I have been a Christian for my entire life, I have been meditating on the finished work of the Cross. Why? Because I haven’t got it. And I need to get it.
Jesus has finished.
Under the old covenant, the priest stands and ministers before the altar day after day, offering the same sacrifices again and again, which can never take away sins. But our High Priest offered himself to God as a single sacrifice for sins, good for all time. Then he sat down in the place of honor at God’s right hand. There he waits until his enemies are humbled and made a footstool under his feet. For by that one offering he forever made perfect those who are being made holy (Hebrews 10:11-14).
As Jesus hung on the Cross, he cried, “It is finished.” Sin has been paid for. He was whipped for my healing. It is done. Jesus will not come again to die on the Cross. He did it once and for all.
And with that offering I have forever been made perfect. I am perfect now. I will be perfect tomorrow. When my body is sick, I am perfect, because it is finished. Just let the enormity of those verses sink in.