Corpus Christi

His body: broken.
His blood: poured out.

This is the sight of mercy incarnate.
What greater love could a friend have?

But Behold,
The irony seems far too great.

How could this be?

The Lamb:
Spotless & Sacred
Prized & Possessed
Precious & Protected

Now?

The Victim:
Beaten & Bruised
Weary & Worn
Loathed & Lifeless

How could this be?

But then,
It clicks.

For this is how I know the Passover meal is complete:

Blood trickles down the altar,
White linens drenched scarlet,

His flesh must be eaten,
His blood must be drank.

But this-
This was never fair.

The Creator killed by His Creation,
The Author of Life with His story cut short,
The Shepherd swarmed by His flock,
The King overthrown by His nation,
The Healer wounded by His patients,
The Rabbi silenced by His students,

The Man betrayed by His friends.

The Bread of Life, BROKEN.
The Cup of Life, POURED OUT.

And as it all went dark,
Heaven couldn’t dare to look,
As hell rejoiced at the sight.

—

But,
Jesus.

—

But JESUS couldn’t be stripped of life because He is the Way, the Truth, and the LIFE,
But JESUS had the last word — for He is the WORD made flesh,
But JESUS couldn’t face the end because He has NO END.

The Alpha and Omega,
Risen, Peaceful, Glorified.

The New Covenant,
Just as He had said.

Behold,
He has invited His very accusers to join the banquet.

The banquet of the Eucharist.

Alleluia, Alleluia.

We,
His Killers,
Now,
His friends.

I can do no thing apart from Him —
For it is ALL by His blood.

[JOHN 6]