EMPTY things
do not normally give us cause to celebrate. What rejoicing or gratitude may be
found in an empty gas tank, an empty wallet, empty talk, empty promises, an
empty crème filled donut, or an empty ATM machine when we need cash?
It is truly difficult
to find much delight in EMPTY! Yet there are two realities, at least, which we
can celebrate because they are empty. The first reality is that the Cross is
empty, and the second reality is that the tomb is empty….
Oh, to see the dawn
Of the darkest day:
Christ on the road to Calvary.
Tried by sinful men,
Torn and beaten, then
Nailed to a cross of wood.
This, the power of the cross:
Christ became sin for us,
Took the blame, bore the wrath:
We stand forgiven at the cross.
Oh, to see the pain
Written on Your face
Bearing the awesome weight of sin;
Every bitter thought,
Every evil deed
Crowning Your bloodstained brow.
Now the daylight flees,
Now the ground beneath
Quakes as its Maker bows His head.
Curtain torn in two,
Dead are raised to life;
‘Finished!’ the victory cry.