I Stand All Amazed

I thought today during Sunday School as we discussed the Crucifixion of our Savior about the timing of that event.

It was Passover time; a sacred and holy holiday to commemorate the night when the destroying angel came to Egypt to slay the firstborn of all man and beast, but passed over the homes of those who had sought deliverance - from death and from the bondage of Egypt - through the blood of a lamb. The Passover ceremony is replete with symbolism that points to the Lamb of God:

Like the paschal lamb, He was the Firstborn of the Father.

Like the paschal lamb, He was without blemish, and in His death, not a bone was broken.

Through the sacrifice of the blood of the Lamb, we are saved alive and delivered from bondage.

He is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he opened not his mouth. 

He stood among them that fateful morning in silent majesty. He could have called down angels from heaven to fight for Him, He could have saved Himself from such terrible agony - but He did not. He suffered, bled and died so that I (and you) could be freed from sin and suffering.  He endured the mockery, the pain, the anguish, the Atonement and the Crucifixion so He could succor me - run to me and comfort me - in my own pain and suffering.

And then - O glorious day! - He was resurrected, breaking the bonds of death, that all men might live again!

In a day when pain is so prevalent, and suffering so universal; in a day when we need a Savior more than ever, He stands ready to save, lift, comfort and succor; He will change and purify our hearts so that we become like Him.  Come, and see.