It’s Thursday night, April 2, 33 A.D.

The events are set in motion for a tumultuous weekend that will shake the world to its core.

The Passover supper is over.

I, Jesus, went to the Mount of Olives with a heavy heart. I knelt and prayed, knowing my time here is rapidly coming to an end.

After all, I came to Earth to die.

“Father, if you are willing, remove this cup from Me. Nevertheless, not my will, but yours, be done,” I pray.

I am in agony over My impending death, but it must be this way to fulfill the scriptures:

“But He was pierced for our transgressions; He was crushed for our iniquities; upon Him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with His wounds we are healed.”

I heard my accusers approaching.

They are guided by one of my disciples, Judas Iscariot, who is about to betray me. His kiss on My cheek seared my skin like a hot iron.

I allowed the chief priests and officers of the temple and elders to seize Me and take Me to the home of the High Priest for questioning.

They were rough, agitated men. There, they mocked Me and beat Me, blow after blow after blow. They blindfolded Me and kept asking, “Prophesy! Who is it that struck you?”

When day came, I was led to an assembly of the elders, chief priests, and scribes.

They said, “If you are the Christ, tell us.”

I replied, “If I tell you, you will not believe, and if I ask you, you will not answer. But from now on the Son of Man shall be seated at the right hand of the power of God.”

They asked, “Are you the Son of God, then?”

I replied, “You say that I am.”

Their hatred for me reached fever pitch. I was beaten down and battered by a flurry of fists. The crowd spat on me.

Bloodied and bruised I was taken before the Roman authorities in Jerusalem. First Pilate, then Herod, and again back to Pilate, who wanted to release me.

But the crowd yelled all the louder, “Crucify Him! Crucify Him!”

And so I was led away to be crucified, to be nailed to a cross in a most gruesome form of Roman execution.

But not before being pummeled with fists from Roman guards who put a crown of thorns on My head.

Their whips ripped into my back over and over again. I could barely see enough to walk. My eyes were nearly swollen shut from the beatings.

As I was scourged and nailed to the cross on that hill, the guards cast lots for my clothing and mocked Me, saying “If you are the King of the Jews, save yourself!”

There was also an inscription over Me, “This is the King of the Jews.”

In My excruciating pain, I cried out, “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.”

It was love that held Me to the cross, not the nails. It was love for you.

It was now about the sixth hour, and there was darkness over the whole land until the ninth hour while the sun’s light failed. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two.

I, who had no sin, took on mankind’s sin, but at what cost?

It wasn’t just My life, but the despair of being separated from My Father, even for that brief time, who could not look upon sin.

I cried out with a loud voice, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”

I was alone. I was in the maelstrom of mankind’s sinful darkness.

I yelled out, “Father, into Your hands I commit My spirit!” And having said this, I breathed My last.

I was wrapped in fine linen and buried in a tomb by Joseph of Arimathea.

But death could not hold Me, the grave could not keep Me.

When they came for Me on that third day, they found an empty tomb.

I had risen.

Glory be to God the Father!

I appeared to many over several days, including My disciples. But they were startled and frightened and thought they saw a spirit.

And I said to them, “Why are you troubled, and why do doubts arise in your hearts? See my hands and my feet, that it is I. Touch me and see. For a spirit does not have flesh and bones as you see that I have.”

I led them out as far as Bethany, telling them to spread the gospel throughout the world.

Then I ascended to heaven, to be at the right hand of My Father, knowing that whosoever believes in Me shall have new life with Me.

(For the full account of Jesus’ Crucifixion, burial and Resurrection, read Luke 22 to 24).

3 Days That Shook the World

Jesus was born to die for man. God took on flesh to die on the cross, bearing our sin so that we may be free to lead good, fruitful lives in fellowship with Him.

His sacrifice saved mankind. It remains THE miracle in a life full of miracles.

Jesus has proven He is the Resurrection and the Life, that He is the bridge to a relationship with God.

Oh, Lord, that You would lead us to the cross where Your love poured out!

In John 14:6, Jesus acknowledges, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.”

In John 11:25, Jesus says, “I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live.”

What the Death and Resurrection of Jesus Mean to You

Romans 6:4 tells us, “We were buried therefore with Him by baptism into death, in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead by the glory of the Father, we too might walk in newness of life.”

The death and resurrection of Christ mean a newness of life for all those who believe.

The resurrection proved Christ’s power to forgive sin.

1 Corinthians 15:17 asserts, “If Christ has not been raised, your faith is worthless; you are still in your sins.”

When you die to yourself and are reborn in Jesus, you have secured your victory over sin and death. You can claim the eternal life He offers.

John 3:16 is the embodiment of the Easter Weekend miracle and God’s sacrificial gift to man.

 “For God so loved the world, that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have eternal life.”

Want to gain your freedom in God’s Son, Jesus Christ?

Want to loosen the shackles of envy, strife, and sin?

Want to reverse an aimless life by restoring your fellowship with God?

Romans 10:9 tells us, “That if you confess with your mouth the Lord Jesus and believe in your heart that God has raised Him from the dead, you will be saved.”

What is stopping you from asking Jesus into your life and claiming your eternal salvation?

Talk to God. Ask for forgiveness. Then become a miraculous child of God.

If you need help with what to say, here’s a simple prayer:

Lord Jesus, I know I am a sinner, and I repent of my sins. I believe that You died on the cross for me. I believe you shed your precious blood for the forgiveness of my sin. And I believe that you rose on the third day and are in heaven preparing a place for me.

I accept you now as my Lord and Savior. I claim my eternal salvation in You. Come into my heart, Jesus, and be the Lord of my life. I ask this in Jesus’ name. Amen

John 8:36 reminds us, “So if the Son sets you free, you shall be free indeed.”

If you prayed that prayer and meant it with a sincere heart, then welcome to freedom.