
I see Cpt. Kirks
sacrifice as a picture of Jesus. His earthly pod is heading speedily toward
incoming divine wrath and certain destruction. Yet his thoughts are toward us and our future lives we
would get to enjoy as our death would become his. It must have been these images which comforted his poor tormented tried and vexed soul as he endures the unfathomable crushing weight our sins are so deserving of.
"They are coming to you FATHER! I am bringing them to you".
A cup mixed with gall is thrust to his lips.
He refuses...
He must taste the bitter pangs of death to the fullest.
If the weight of the fall is to be placed on the redeemers graceful shoulders. He must drink that awful poisoned cup to the dregs.
"They are coming to you FATHER! I am bringing them to you".
A cup mixed with gall is thrust to his lips.
He refuses...
He must taste the bitter pangs of death to the fullest.
If the weight of the fall is to be placed on the redeemers graceful shoulders. He must drink that awful poisoned cup to the dregs.
It was in the very words He spoke to the Roman contingent right after his
betrayal and before his arrest.
"IF YOU COME FOR ME, LET THESE MEN GO THEIR WAY!"
In the same way Cpt Kirks mother was in labor, Jesus was experiencing the birth pangs of our new spiritual lives. It would NEED to take his sacrifice, a substitute in our place. An eternal redemption could only be purchased by an eternal being and the awful price of sin could only be understood by the death of the apple of God's eye:
His own dearly beloved son. The God-man...
"IF YOU COME FOR ME, LET THESE MEN GO THEIR WAY!"
In the same way Cpt Kirks mother was in labor, Jesus was experiencing the birth pangs of our new spiritual lives. It would NEED to take his sacrifice, a substitute in our place. An eternal redemption could only be purchased by an eternal being and the awful price of sin could only be understood by the death of the apple of God's eye:
His own dearly beloved son. The God-man...
JESUS mans the doomed vessels we are all on, whose trajectory is a collision
course for eternal destruction. In doing so the great exchange transpires as He vicariously interposes our broken and sorrow filled life for HIS perfect one...
The SON passionately yells at the adversary the same way he yelled at Pharaoh through Moses 1500 years prior
"LET MY PEOPLE GO!"
Out of slavery of sin and Satan the redeemed must come...
In every cell of the dungeons of Despair, the sound is echoed.
"Let these go their way,"
Satan hears the well-known voice, and lifts his foot from the neck of the fallen; and Death hears it, and the grave opens her gates to let the dead arise.
Their way is one of progress, holiness, triumph, glory, and none shall dare to stay them in it.
The SON passionately yells at the adversary the same way he yelled at Pharaoh through Moses 1500 years prior
"LET MY PEOPLE GO!"
Out of slavery of sin and Satan the redeemed must come...
In every cell of the dungeons of Despair, the sound is echoed.
"Let these go their way,"
Satan hears the well-known voice, and lifts his foot from the neck of the fallen; and Death hears it, and the grave opens her gates to let the dead arise.
Their way is one of progress, holiness, triumph, glory, and none shall dare to stay them in it.
By faith let us rejoice
that we shall still reign in Christ Jesus. The woman's seed in spite of the
decision of the first of her kind to taste the tainted fruit shall in the end
prevail.What dishonor to Satan to have his head bruised by human feet!
For Jesus, the ruling passion is strong in death. He resigns himself to the enemy, but he
interposes a word of power to set his people free...
As to himself, like a sheep before her shearers he is dumb and opened not his mouth, but for his disciples' sake he speaks with almighty energy. Herein is love, constant, self-forgetting, faithful love.
As to himself, like a sheep before her shearers he is dumb and opened not his mouth, but for his disciples' sake he speaks with almighty energy. Herein is love, constant, self-forgetting, faithful love.
"No lion shall be on their way, neither shall any ravenous beast go upon them.
"The hind of the morning (The Son of God)" has drawn the cruel
hunters upon himself, and now the most timid roes and hinds of the field may
graze at perfect peace among the lilies of his loves. The thunder-cloud has
burst over the Cross of Calvary, and the pilgrims of Zion shall never be
smitten by the bolts of vengeance. Come, my heart, rejoice in the immunity
which thy Redeemer has secured thee, and bless his name all the day, and every
day." -CH Spurgeon
By his love, and pity,
and compassion, he is sure to remember you. A woman can sooner forget her
nursing-child than your God could forget you...Amen :)