“It is finished.”
The words that Jesus spoke were perhaps the most important words within all of Christendom.
Many in the accompanying crowd, and some bystanders, had not understood just who He was, this man nailed to the middle cross, for whom they had insisted on the death penalty.
Were they troubled when the temple curtain rent itself from top to bottom, as this man breathed his last? Or when the earth itself trembled, and the daylight sky grew as dark as night?
At least one man understood. A Centurion, a guard of the Roman Empire, stood there beneath the cross, saw the bloody face, and then proclaimed, “Surely, He was the Son of God.”
“It is finished.”
His work on earth was complete, and after the earth shook, there was silence.
Until Sunday morning.
