I’ve been wondering lately why Jesus came as a flesh and blood man. He could have come any other way – spirit, entity, a figment of our collective imaginations – really, any other way. But He came as a human being with soul, emotion, muscle, bone, cartilage, water… and blood.
He took all that to the Cross. No doubt He could have given the command for the spikes to pop out, thorns to vanish, His wounds to instantly heal, and His enemy to fall. He had a track record for doing things like that. But on the Cross, there, His human body hung, unable to be removed. No crucified man ever came off of his cross alive. There was no other was to get this done.
He also took to the Cross the Father’s will, and love, and perfect knowledge of everyone’s sins.
Maybe more than anything it was that knowledge of our sins – my sins – for which He chose the Cross. For my sin is repulsive, ugly, and hideous. Any man in his right mind was not going to hang around and suffer for my iniquities. But if he can’t escape, if that man is nailed to something like an unbearable cross, well then, he doesn’t have any choice but to hang there during the full knowing of hidden, dark, putrid sin. And it took being the Son of God to keep Him there, for only He could also know the Father’s will and love. He chose the inescapable Cross and upon that cruel tree He selflessly and lovingly watched my sins unfold before His eyes.
I’m just now realizing the depth of this. And it’s only knowing, truly unmistakably knowing, that He loves me and forgives me that makes this depth, my cross, bearable.
Who can understand his errors? Cleanse me from secret faults; keep back Your servant from presumptuous sins; let them not have dominion over me. Then I shall be blameless, and I shall be innocent of great transgression. Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in Your sight, O Lord, my strength and my Redeemer. (Psalm 19:12-14, NKJV)