"I'm done." I said to myself as I put my head in my hands, "I don't want to do this anymore." I looked around helplessly and decided to pray. "Lord, help me endure."
I felt like a child, asking the ever-present, all-rescuing parent for help. I felt peace. And then, then I heard this, in my heart...
He said, "It is finished!" And bowing His head, He gave up His spirit.
John 19:30b
Wow! At no point is my level of "done-ness" anywhere close to His. And yet, He was not done, until it was finished. He endured, He suffered, He persevered. "For the joy set before him he endured the cross"(Hebrews 12:2). That joy? Our redemption.
Jesus endured unbelievable pain, rejection, scorn and shame, to fulfill what was required by the Law, to pay the penalty for sin. It wasn't his sin he paid for. It was mine. It was yours. And that future joy, of reunification between you and your Heavenly Father, that held him there.
So, I guess I'm not really "done"! If he endured for me, through his strength, I can endure what I need to endure. It pales in comparison.
Mercifully, lovingly, there was no resentment at my whining, not condemnation for my weakness. Just love, and grace. For He has a heart that knows far greater pain than I could experience, and a love much purer than I could ever imagine.




