Believe and Behold: Hope in the Darkest Hour

Imagine sitting behind locked doors for fear that those who killed your master may come for you next. On Saturday, the disciples’ great and perfect friend lay in a sealed tomb.

It sure seemed that everything had gone wrong. But this was all God’s plan A. There were many times people wanted to kill Jesus, but Christ always evaded them, leading up to the perfect timing and place and people involved in the moment of His crucifixion. He wasn’t killed in the garden, or after He made the great “I AM” statement, and they picked up stones to stone him. It had been at the cross, where as John points out, numerous prophecies were fulfilled from Golgotha to the Garden Tomb.

BELIEVE

Will you know believe John’s testimony? He wrote so YOU would believe. Will you not believe Jesus was sacrificed for your sins? Will you be like Pilot, hearing and seeing the truth, but walking away, washing your hands of it? Or will you be like the thief on the cross, calling upon Him to save you, believing this work accomplished was the punishment for your sins? 

The historical evidence that Jesus lived is absolutely indisputable. So you must ask who He is. Is He just a historical figure, like King Tut, or Shakespeare, or Ronald Reagan  . . . or was He the Son of God, sent to save us? You must believe, He not only existed, but that He was crucified for the debt you owed. 

John’s gospel gives us seven I Am statement. Consider how:

“The bread of life” was sacrificed so we would never know spiritual hunger. The light of the world faced utter darkness so our blindness would end. “I Am the DOOR” took the punishment so we would have an open way to God. The Good Shepherd was the lamb led to the slaughter.  The resurrection and the life rose again so we would live abundantly. The TRUTH and The WAY provided our salvation through His death. The True Vine obeyed to the point of the cross so we could be grafted in.  Truly He was the Great I Am who died and rose again. 

BEHOLD

Six years ago this spring, my husband knelt down on one knee and offered me a diamond ring. I was in love with him, so I said yes, and I was then also captured by the gem on my finger. In the following days, I turned it, examining it in all lights and from all angels, distracted by its sparkle while at the steering wheel. It was a beautiful expression of his love for me. I was ready at a moment’s notice to show anyone who asked me to see it. I even did a u-turn on my way to work to go back home to get it from my nightstand because once I had forgotten it! About a year ago I had my ring sent to the jewelers, and I took comfort knowing that if someone had switched it out for another, I would know because I knew my diamond so well.  

The gospel is like this. It is not only for the day we were saved. It is precious, valuable beyond compare, and there is always some new way to meditate on it. We are daily to behold Him, behold the work of the cross. Examining the gospel in all lights and from all angles. Scripture gives us endless ways to meditate and marvel at the mercy of the Cross. Each book of the Bible points to it.

One day all will behold Him who was pierced face to face. Him, who WE pierced. 

“Behold, he is coming with the clouds, and every eye will see him, even those who pierced him, and all tribes of the earth…” (Revelation 1:7)

The cross is the answer for the shame and guilt we don’t need to carry any longer. His death was not partially successful, where we still must carry SOME of our guilt or suffer SOME of the punishment or EARN some of the favor. “It is finished.” He has wiped out our transgressions. Jerry Bridges said, “Any time we are tempted to doubt God’s love, we should go back to the cross.” 

The cross is the answer for our sorrows. Jesus can sympathize with us in our weakness — He knows the full weight of our suffering and sorrow, because He carried every last ounce of it to and on the cross.

“Surely our griefs He Himself bore, and our sorrows He carried; Yet we ourselves esteemed Him stricken, smitten of God and afflicted.” (Isaiah 53:49)

The cross is the answer to our life’s motivation. We don’t have a single merit and clean motive on our initiative…our good works are useless, our righteousness like filthy rags. Because of what Christ did, the one great, final, finished work, all is accomplished. Our good works are to thank Him. We were saved for the purpose of carrying out good works to show our love to Him. We are compelled to serve Him out of love no compulsion or fear. 

The cross is the answer to any discouragement we face. Note the verbs and purpose statement of these verse from Hebrews 12:2-3: 

 “Fixing our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down  at the right hand of the throne of God. For Consider Him who has endured such hostility by sinners against Himself, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.” 

Are you weary and losing heart today? FIX your eyes on Jesus. And another verb, CONSIDER Him who endured such hostility SO THAT you will not grow discouraged. This is how we can take up our cross as disciples and follow Him in joy. 

The cross – the gospel of Jesus – is the answer to our discouragement, to our daily sorrows we bear, to our motivation to do what we do. The good news of the cross — cling to it. Consider, fix your eyes on it, like a newly engaged woman with her diamond. He is worthy of all our attention and acknowledgement. Behold like the women at Golgotha, only with full rejoicing because we know the rest of the story, that the grave could not hold Him. 

Studying the crucifixion gives me new eyes for this old poem, which checks out, when you stop to consider the weight of its truth . . . 

“In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,

A wondrous beauty I see,

For ’twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died,

To pardon and sanctify me.

So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,

Till my trophies at last I lay down;

I will cling to the old rugged cross,

And exchange it someday for a crown.” 

The People at Golgotha and the Garden Tomb

“On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,

The emblem of suff’ring and shame;

And I love that old cross where the Dearest and Best

For a world of lost sinners was slain.”

As a young girl singing this at nursing homes, I remember feeling like “The Old Rugged Cross” was a very old song, seeming to push a faraway event further from me. Even today, it can feel easier to disengage from gazing on the “emblem of suffering.” But as the hymn states, our Dearest and Best was slain there, on that old rugged cross. It would be a pity not to sit and behold the most relevant event in all of history. 

What would it be like to be someone at the cross, an instrument in an innocent man’s death? Yet Jesus was not a helpless victim, and those present at the cross weren’t there by random chance.

In John’s gospel, we see clearly that Jesus gave up His life — willingly. The ordinary people there that day fulfilled prophecies one after another. 

To summarize the events of John 19, Christ was given a sentence. Pilot placed a title over his head. His garments were taken from him. We see the care of his mother, and the giving of the sour wine. We see his dying word and the piercing of his side. Then, his burial. 

Jesus GAVE His Life 

Even with all the chaos and drama of the events leading up to Jesus’ death, according to Scripture, there was nothing accidental about it. From Golgotha, to the dividing of his garments, to the Garden Tomb, we see a perfect fulfillment of God’s Word. One commentator said, “God used the worst thing we ever did to do the best thing He ever did.” Jesus gave His life as a precious gift, and all the people operated within God’s perfect plan.

PILOT

The man who asked, “what is truth?” who couldn’t spot it standing right in front of him – he  was an ironic instrument to DECLARE truth. He had “The King of the Jews” in Hebrew, Latin and in Greek written above the cross. Even when the Chief Priests of the Jews told Pilot to change what he had written, he stuck by his decision to write this gospel signpost in THREE different languages, saying, “What I have written I have written.” Since the place of the skull was near the city, many would pass by and read this. Crucifixions were public, meant to shock and warn others against crimes. Pedestrians would see “the king of the Jews” – the HEALER – dying on the cross. Pilot gave out the orders concerning the crucifixion, but his authority had been given.

THE SOLDIERS

Crucifixions were just their job, meant to teach a lesson to all about Roman law. They lifted up this Jewish man to die – unknowingly fulfilling Scripture. “And I, when I am lifted up from the earth, will draw all people to myself.” (John 12:32)

The soldiers had offered Him gall, a drink that would have dulled the pain, but Jesus had refused. The four soldiers performed their customary gambling, an activity associated with random chance. They divided up his clothes, as a sort of bonus for their job. They had to cast lots for the tunic because of how it was made, like that of a High Priest’s garment – all one piece. It could not be torn, so there would only be one winner of this souvenir. John highlights this was according to prophecy.  They asked Pilot to break the bones of the men, something they would do to speed up a crucifixion before the Sabbath. However, they did not break Jesus’ bones since when they came to him, He was already dead. This is a prophecy fulfilled from Psalm 22, sometimes referred to as the fifth Gospel. Remember, these soldiers were ROMAN. They were there to do their job in full, they weren’t playing games for anyone’s benefit except their own. They would not have been acquainted with Jewish Scripture. Yet they are the “THEY” in prophetic verses like Psalm 69:2:

“They also gave me gall for my food and for my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.” 

The soldiers, when seeing he was dead, pierced his side instead of breaking his bones, drawing forth blood and water. This is a direct fulfillment from Isaiah 53. It’s also a statement of His humanity, and his literal death. Only blood would have come from a living man, but the water and blood together show us he truly was dead. 

JOHN

“The disciple whom Jesus loved,” the only one of the 12 to bear eyewitness to the cross. John was tasked to take Jesus’ own mother, most likely a widow at this point, into his home. Jesus’ sympathy even in a moment of extreme pain, shows His kind heart.

Another way we see John’s role in this event is his testimony. John wrote, “And he who has seen as testified, and his testimony is true; and he knows that he is telling the truth, so that you also may BELIEVE.” We hold this precious testimony of the greatest, most relevant event in all of history. We see John’s purpose for recording the crucifixion.

THE WOMEN

His mother, and His mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene. They were brave to go into the lion’s den like this. Scripture says they stood BY the cross. When almost all of the disciples had fled, betrayed and denied, these four brave women were there, weeping, acknowledging His great worth. They were literally beholding Him who was pierced and Mary would fulfill the prophecy, “the sword would pierce your own soul” (Luke 2:35) as she, as a mother, watched her son’s agony. Here we see God’s value of women, using them right next to the cross and in the unfolding events of the resurrection. We, as women, are called to be His disciples; our place still today is to behold the Man of Sorrows and behold the one pierced for us.

THE SECRET DISCIPLES

John points out that Joseph and Nicodemus both were afraid of what others thought of them at first. God used fearful, rich disciples to accomplish His will. What encouragement it is for us! Even in our doubts and failings, He is faithful to use us. 

Joseph of Arimathea was a prominent member of the Council, waiting for the Kingdom of God. He had somehow been aware of the transpiring situation, and he scrapped together his courage and went before Pilate, asking for the body of Jesus. This bold association of what looked like the “losing side” shows his love for Jesus and desire that he have a dignified Jewish burial. Once Pilot was sure that Jesus was indeed dead, he gave the permission for Joseph to take the body to his freshly hewn tomb. He rolled the stone there. Joseph worked with another ruler of the Jews, a Pharisee and teacher of Israel. John points out that Nicodemus had first come to Him by night, brought a mixture of myrrh and aloes. These two men took the body of Jesus and bound it in linen wrappings with 75 pounds (in our day) of spices, as was the burial custom of the Jews. They would have had to hurry to move the spices and the body all before work would stop for the Sabbath. Again, they were mobilized to fulfill prophecy.  “And they made his grave with the wicked and with a rich man in his death, although he had done no violence, and there was no deceit in his mouth.” (Isaiah 53:9)

      JESUS

      Each person involved in that Good Friday – from Pontus, to the Roman soldier who won the gambled tunic, to John who would declare His eyewitness account SO THAT WE MAY BELIEVE!  — each played their part in perfect accordance to the redemption story. Prophesies were ultimately fulfilled in the MAN of sorrows.  He fulfilled hundreds of prophecies in His life. 

      It’s clear from the text that Jesus gave His life WILLINGLY. At the end, our High Priest YIELDED HIS SPIRIT. As a crucifying event was very dehydrating, he said, “I am thirsty.”  Remember he was the GOD-MAN. John shows us both His humanity and divinity. He was 100 percent God, 100 man. He had a body. With His prophetic thirst and the drink of the sour wine (cheap wine), the boxes were then checked, and He bowed His head in complete authority and submission to die for our sins. 

      “No one has taken it away from me, but I lay it down on My own initiative. I have authority to lay it down, and I have authority to take it up  again. This commandment I received from My Father.” John 10:18

      He obeyed. “It is finished,” were His dying words. He had drunk the cup of wrath in full. His life work was accomplished, and it was time for Him to depart to go be with His Father.

      Since these fearful disciples Joseph and Nicodemus had pieced together their courage to give Him a Jewish burial, the global stage was now set for the most glorious outcome of all history forever. Here the curtains close for us, but when they reopen in John 20, we see the spectacular conquering of death in His resurrection. 

      His stay in the garden tomb would be short. 

      Life after Tomb

      “Even the icebent daffodils and crushed violets, the trampled crocuses and the battered hyacinths glittered like jewels in the muddy farmyards. Thomas caught his breath. He had never seen anything so beautiful. He passed the cemetery. The gravestones, too, twinkled in their shining gowns of ice. And the church bell began to ring.”

      Lori Walburg

      This paragraph from The Legend of the Easter Egg, shows a glimpse of Thomas, a boy who spends the week before Resurrection Sunday at a friend’s home because his sister is very sick. While there, he grasps the beauty of new life — eternal life. He learns death is no final separator for those who belong to Christ.

      Our little church in Kansas overlooked the town’s cemetery. I would play with the other children outside after Sunday and Wednesday services, the charming trees towering over the tombstones a familiar sight. I saw the flowers come and go, the beaming American flags posted on Memorial Day, and a list of fallen veterans etched in a memorial stone.

      We weren’t allowed to play in the cemetery, but we still knew the shapes and some of the stories of the ornate graves, and could sense the history. It stood a constant reminder of the realness and certainty of death. There were names from the 1800s, little graves for babies, and even fresh graves of a few from our own congregation.

      It didn’t really bring fear, just an impression. A respect that it was appointed for man once to die.

      Once I asked my dad where he’d like to be buried one day. I personally thought under the shade of a sturdy tree would be nice. He said, “Doesn’t matter where they’ll bury me. I’ll be gone.”

      I pondered this, and I agreed. I, too, would be gone, in a place better than anything conjured up on earth.

      “It is better to go to a house of mourning 

      Than to go to a house of feasting,

      Because that is the end of every man,

      And the living takes it to heart.”

      Ecclesiastes 7:2

      It is important to remember death, because in its bitter sting, we know what it is to truly live a born-again life. We know the opposite of death. We taste victory, because we were buried with Him and raised to walk in newness of life.

      Over and over Scripture declares to know Him equals life, in the fullest, sweetest, deepest way.

      This weekend I’m looking forward to the choir declaring life, my husband’s sermon, my new dress, cinnamon rolls, and hearing the bells ringing, “Hallelujah.” Like little Thomas in the story, I still have questions, but they are resting in the hands of a Risen Savior.

      Death is a reality and certainty, but it is no master of the saints. It is the wages of sin for sinners, but it is no victor over God’s people.

      He conquered death, and He defined eternal life right in John 17:3.

      “This is eternal life, that they may know You, the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom You have sent.”

      The next time you see a cemetery, be it shining in gowns of ice, stones faded from all the sun, under trees or a forest of flagpoles, remember to acknowledge death in the light of Christ’s own death, burial, resurrection.

      Enjoy this poem my friend Madelyn shared with me–

      “Gain after loss,
      Strength after weakness,
      Crown after cross;
      Sweet after bitter,
      Hope after fears,
      Home after wandering,
      Praise after tears.

      Sheaves after sowing,
      Sun after rain,
      Sight after mystery,
      Peace after pain;
      Joy after sorrow,
      Calm after blast,
      Rest after weariness,
      Sweet at last.

      Near after distant,
      Gleam after gloom,
      Love after loneliness,
      Life after tomb;
      After long agony,
      Rapture of bliss—
      Right was the pathway leading to this.”

      -Frances Havergal