It’s been the Easter weekend and I’ve just been reflecting on the significance of the manner by which God sent Christ to take away our sins. The lessons are deep and profound – and honestly, as a culture, we have lost the appreciation for tragedy as an important genre in literature and stories that will help us understand the world we live in. There is depth in the appreciation that Jesus did not just die in an accident but in an execution. And for crimes he did not commit, things he had not done. Every element of his trial, crucifixion, and finally death was steeped in meaning from fulfilment of scriptures.
And there is meaning in tragedy; though we may not know it yet or appreciate the lessons from there. If we fail to appreciate these and allow sufferings in life to turn us into hateful and resentful creatures, then we do not grasp that tragedy that Good Friday is getting us to remember. And the meaning of course comes, in an even deeper way on Easter.
Christ arose not to scare anyone but to give us a preview of what His death really means for us by way of eternity. And great rejoicing should come from it.