This Do In Remembrance Of Me [Part 4]
Another avenue we can explore in preparation for the Lord’s Supper is to trace out the beauty of His life lived in human conditions, as He travelled the streets of Jerusalem which led Him eventually to Calvary.
Think of how brightly heavens glory shone when displayed in the pathway of Christ as He walked the common ways of the people; experiencing weariness when he sat on the well and lay asleep in the boat; hunger when fasting forty days in the wilderness; grief at the unbelief of the people and rejection when they took counsel how they might destroy Him.
It was at Bethany beyond Jordan that His public life began. John the Baptist declared Him to be the Lamb of God which would take away the sin of the world (Jn 1:29). Again looking upon Jesus as He walked he said 'Behold the Lamb of God' (Jn 1:36) and two of his disciples followed Jesus. What better preparation for remembering the Lord, than to trace the steps of His flawless life which was lived out down here. He changes water into wine and manifested His glory. Later He goes to the rescue of His storm-tossed disciples who were in the boat, it was dark and dangerous and their disappointment is revealed in the words, ‘Jesus was not yet come’ (Jn 6:17). The stormy sea called after the name of the Roman emperor, became a solid pavement beneath His feet. In chapter seven He makes promise to those who believe in Him that rivers of living water would flow from them, but this spoke He of the Holy Spirit who was not yet given for Jesus was not yet glorified (Jn 7:38-39). At the grave of Lazarus Jesus stood and wept, but in Gethsemane’s garden He cried with strong crying and tears He prayed ‘Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from Me: nevertheless…' (Ma 26:39). He had come to do the Father’s will so on He went to Calvary and there all God’s waves and billows rolled over Him, and out of the darkness His cry was heard, ’My God My God why hast Thou forsaken Me’ (Mk 15:34).
O day of mightiest sorrow,
Day of unfathomed grief!
When thou should taste the horror,
Of wrath without relief.
O Lord! Thy wondrous story,
My inmost soul doth move;
I ponder ore Thy glory-
Thy lonely path of love!
John Nelson Darby