Scripture:  And Jesus cried out again with a loud voice and yielded up his spirit.  And behold:

 

  • The curtain of the temple was torn in two—from top to bottom;
  • And the earth shook, and the rocks were split;
  • The tombs also were opened, and;
  • Many bodies of the saints who had fallen asleep were raised, and;
  • Coming out of the tombs after his resurrection they went into the holy city and appeared to many.

 

When the centurion and those who were with him, keeping watch over Jesus, saw the earth quake and what took place, they were filled with awe and said, “Truly this was the Son of God.”  Matt 27:50-54

 

Observation:  Again, I read right through this section of scripture to get to the Tomb. What power and mysterious awesomeness I miss by not paying attention.

 

Application:   I end up missing so much when I think I know the Story.

 

I have a habit of speed reading.  I developed this skill in my youth.  I glance over the text to get the gist or flavor of what the writer is saying, only going back if I think I must in order to gain understanding.  This really works in reading fiction or prose; not so much in reading non-fiction.

 

It’s probably good that the Scriptures aren’t exactly books that I can read once, put it on a shelf, and grab another to continue my book count.  Even so, the Scriptures can take years and years to absorb the nuances and tidy bits of information that broadens out my understanding of the Gospel.

 

I wrote the above reference, broken down like an outline so I could separate the facts of the Crucifixion.   If this was a news story, there would be TV teams assigned all around, reporting on what was happening.

 

Some would be reporting on the seismic occurrences; others on the vandalism at the Temple without any apparent suspects. Then the creepy situation at the local cemetery where tombs were found disturbed and opened with eerie and unbelievable sightings of supposedly dead people walking around—these were reported with concise detail throughout the Holy city…

 

All after a local preacher was assassinated at Golgotha.

 

I wish I wasn’t so hard hearted.

Prayer:  You, O Lord, deserved to be lauded and worshipped—forever and ever.  All my days let Your song be in my mouth, my eyes filled with Your wonder, my mind increasing in amazement of what the Gospel really, really means.  Open my heart Lord to receive amazement.  AMEN.

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