We all love happy endings.  We love when the prince comes and rescues
 the princess; we love when the evil step-sisters get what’s due them; 
and we love when our team wins the Super Bowl.  But sometimes in our 
excitement to experience the happily ever after, we fast forward to the 
end of the story instead of starting from the beginning.  In fact, this 
is so common in our culture that a man named Paul Harvey created a radio
 show just to give us the rest of the story!  Why?  Because sometimes, 
in order to fully appreciate the “happily ever after” we need to hear 
the whole story.
And so it is with the Easter story.  Oh, we all 
know the G-rated version of the Easter story, but most of us just want 
to rush to the empty tomb and forget about the not-so-nice part of the 
story.  But without a TRUE understanding of the rest of the story, we 
cannot fully appreciate the empty tomb in the happy ending.
So 
come back with me 2000 years ago to the Holy Week in Jerusalem.  Let’s 
pick up the story where Pontius Pilate has washed his hands of Jesus and
 handed him over to the angry crowd.  By this time Jesus has already 
suffered a great deal:  Judas has betrayed him and the other disciples 
have abandoned him, the palace guards have “spit in his face and struck 
him with their fists.” (Matt. 26:27); and he has been subjected to 
unlawful trials in which he is falsely accused of blasphemy.  Here is 
where the story becomes even more unbelievable.
Now in the hands 
of the angry crowd, Jesus is stripped completely naked in front of a 
large crowd of soldiers, his hands are tied to a post above his head, 
and a Roman legionnaire steps forward, mockingly delivering the first 
blow of the whip, a whip made of several strips of leather embedded with
 sharp pieces of bone and lead.  The first few blows rip into Jesus’ 
flesh.  One, two, three, four, five.…39 lashes later, Jesus’ skin is 
hanging in long ribbons and the entire area is a mass of torn bleeding 
tissue.
Oh, but the soldiers are not done yet!  They can’t believe
 their good fortune!  They have permission from the higher-ups to 
pulverize a KING!  And not just any king, but the King of the JEWS!  And
 so their tortuous rampage continues.  They throw a scarlet robe across 
His bleeding shoulders and place a staff in his hand for a scepter.  To 
complete the kingly outfit, they construct a crown of thorns and pound 
it onto his head.  All the while they continue to mock him, spit on him,
 and strike his head over and over with the staff they have placed in 
his hand.  Finally, beaten and battered beyond recognition, the guards 
violently rip the robe off Jesus’ back, the robe that has now glued 
itself to the strips of flesh.
After putting his clothes back on 
him, the soldiers stand Jesus up and tie the 110 pound cross bar of the 
cross on his shredded shoulders.  Then they begin the 650 yard journey 
along the Via Dolorosa.  The crowd is mocking him, and the guards 
continue to spit on him and beat him.  There are people everywhere, 
watching, but Jesus is alone.
Part way to Golgotha, Jesus stumbles
 and falls from the weight of the cross beam, the copious amounts of 
blood loss, and the excruciating pain from his beatings.  An onlooker, 
Simon of Cyrene, is ordered to carry the cross for Jesus the rest of the
 way.
They reach Golgotha and Simon drops the cross beam.  Once 
again, Jesus is stripped naked.  The guards throw him back on to the 
cross beam with His bloodied shoulders scraping against the wood.  The 
soldiers waste no time in driving the 6 inch wrought-iron nails through 
Jesus’ wrists and into the wood.  The cross bar is lifted into place on 
the vertical post of the cross which is permanently in the ground.  His 
left foot is then pressed against his right foot and another long nail 
is driven through both feet and into the wooden cross.  A sign is nailed
 to the cross above Jesus’ head reading, “Jesus of Nazareth, King of the
 Jews.”
Dr. C. Truman Davis describes what happens next:  “At this
 point, as the arms fatigue, great waves of cramps sweep over the 
muscles, knotting them in deep relentless, throbbing pain.  With these 
cramps comes the inability to push Himself upward, and thus air can be 
drawn into the lungs, but cannot be exhaled.  Spasmodically, he is able 
to push Himself upward to exhale and bring in the life-giving oxygen.  
It was undoubtedly during these periods that He gasped, “Father, forgive
 them for they know not what they do.”  And finally, six long and 
excruciating hours after the crucifixion began, Jesus cries out, “It is 
finished.  Father!  Into thy hands I commit my spirit.”
Some time 
later, when the soldiers come to break his legs to hasten his death, 
they notice he is already dead.  But just to make sure, one of the 
soldiers pierces Jesus’ side with a spear, bringing a sudden flow of 
blood and water.  In the medical world, this escape of water indicates 
that Jesus has not died from suffocation as is usually the case in 
crucifixions, but rather, he has died of heart failure, aka, a broken 
heart.
Finally, His mission of atonement is complete.
And 
here is where we reach our happy ending:  Jesus is risen!  Because of 
that fateful day 2000 years ago, our sins are dead and we have new 
life!  Don’t let a romanticized version of a beautiful wooden cross 
standing in the middle of a daffodil patch minimize what Jesus did for 
you and me!   Don’t allow the cross to become a cliché in your life, its
 meaning as empty as Jesus’ tomb on Easter morning!
Yes, the death
 of Jesus is horrific and painful to talk about.  But if we don’t ever 
visit Jesus’ death and acknowledge that our sins put him on the cross, 
we will never fully appreciate the empty tomb in the happy ending.  And 
without the empty tomb, there IS no happily ever after!
I want to 
challenge you to not let your Easter celebration slip by without 
thanking Jesus for taking your place on the cross.  Thank him for 
carrying all your sins and failures to the grave and leaving them there 
when He rose again.   And thank Him for showing his love for you through
 the REST of the story.
 
 
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