Jesus’ Last Words And Our Ongoing Dialogue

Easter is over for another year.

Hopefully you were able to attend a rousing service and celebrate Jesus’ resurrection with your church family. Eat your body weight in chocolate. And enjoy being off work the next day.

It is finishedJohn records Jesus’ final words from the cross,

“It is finished.” (John 19:30 NIV)

But is it?

Easter is over for another year, but not really.

The first Easter weekend marked the end of life as we knew it but it also signalled the beginning of life as we’ve always dreamed it could be: Jesus’ death proclaims, “It is finished.” But his resurrection announces, “Something better has just begun.”

Ironically, Jesus’ last words weren’t the last word because they sparked an ongoing dialogue. If it is finished then what?

Easter begs the question, “Now what?”

Because God’s wrath towards us is finished, we no longer have to be.

We are in a story with no end. An eternal tale of a holy, loving God who graciously rewrites our ending into a glorious beginning with the blood of his Son.

Will we tell this story to ourselves?

To others?

Will we live this story or settle for a cheap imitation?

Tell Me The Story of Jesus by Fanny J. Crosby (1820-1915)

Tell me the story of Jesus,
Write on my heart every word.
Tell me the story most precious,
Sweetest that ever was heard.
Tell how the angels in chorus,
Sang as they welcomed His birth.
“Glory to God in the highest!
Peace and good tidings to earth.”

Tell me the story of Jesus,
Write on my heart every word.
Tell me the story most precious,
Sweetest that ever was heard.

Fasting alone in the desert,
Tell of the days that are past.
How for our sins He was tempted,
Yet was triumphant at last.
Tell of the years of His labour,
Tell of the sorrow He bore.
He was despised and afflicted,
Homeless, rejected and poor.

Tell me the story of Jesus,
Write on my heart every word.
Tell me the story most precious,
Sweetest that ever was heard.

Tell of the cross where they nailed Him,
Writhing in anguish and pain.
Tell of the grave where they laid Him,
Tell how He liveth again.
Love in that story so tender,
Clearer than ever I see.
Stay, let me weep while you whisper,
Love paid the ransom for me.

Tell me the story of Jesus,
Write on my heart every word.
Tell me the story most precious,
Sweetest that ever was heard.

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