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A Curse Redeemed

Matthew 27:25 "Then answered all the people, and said, His blood be on us, and on our children."

Last night these Words were illuminated in a new way.  As they were read at the Good Friday service, as a memorial of the sufferings of Christ, Holy Spirit revealed a depth I’d never known before.

It is retrospect that affords clear sight but I wonder if there were any prophets that saw the unfolding events and dared to see them in the light of God’s Word and marveled at His ways…

As the beloved, holy people of God cried out for the death of His Son Jesus did they care that they were calling down a curse upon themselves and the generations to follow?  Was it the chaos of the crowd that caused such horrific emote?  Did they know, but in light of their blindness, not care?  Did they know that even in their worst moment they were still a beloved people of God?  Even He still used them in that moment to prophesy His great redemption.

You see, what they meant in angry curse, that they, even unto the generations to come, accepted the Blood of Jesus upon them, they did in fact, by God’s own plan, cry out prophetically the plan of salvation in Christ Jesus and instead called down His greatest blessing upon us.
“Let His blood be on us and on our children.”

Oh yes!  We resound “Let His Blood be upon us!!! And let His Blood be upon our children and our children’s children!  The purifying, redeeming Blood of Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior, yes pour upon us, soak us to the bone!”  Oh, what man meant for evil, God intended for good!  Isn’t that just like our loving God to redeem the curse and transform it into a blessing? Isn't it rather that He IS who He says He IS - Redeemer.

“Oh the depth of the riches of both the wisdom and knowledge of God!  How unsearchable are His Judgements and unfathomable are His ways!”
Praise His Holy Name!!!

Thank You Holy Spirit for revealing this depth, It is a treasured gift.

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