This morning, at two am, my mind became alert as words from deep in my spirit that rose up into my ears so strong that it was almost audible…
"Behold the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world." These words penned by John the Beloved are ringing in my inner ears. This man hanging on a cross, arms extended, nails piercing the wrist and feet. He looked like any ordinary Jewish man at that time, but He must have been something more than a man, exclaimed a nearby Roman soldier. Forces pulling, swirling, tearing like tornado winds, moving with power and force. Black darkness engulfed the dark canyon where spheres had been separated by spiritual quakes that ripped asunder the very fabric of creation, tearing, pulling, splitting deep, dark bottomless pit. Souls trapped in this gulf with no way to return to life’s source. Caught, suspended in timelessness, unable to transcend the steep gulf of separation. A chasm of blackness trapped in a gulf unable to ascend back to the life force, swirling, encircling, perpetual motion and energy moving further away leaving a greater gulf between the being and the created.
Never complaining, not a word out of His mouth, just total submission. Never defending or questioning, trusting faithfulness of His Father. As His soul descends into the blackness our hearts hear the cry, "Abba, Abba, why have you forsaken me?" Plunging into the blackness, the forces of evil tear at His soul and it looks as if He will be torn asunder. But wait, look! watch! The creative energy within Him shouts out like thunder and split's the darkness like lightening piercing into the clouds of radiant glory. The gulf seems to be moving. Pieces of the torn veil encircles the blackness, pulling, drawing, tying the fabric of creation back together and bringing life again to the lost. Those at the cross they saw only lighting, an heard thunder, felt the earth quake. To those in the heavens, they saw heaven and earth recreated. Angels saw souls who were lost in darkness move into the light of all creation. That primordial light that all created matter came from.
Hung balanced between heaven and earth, drawing all creation unto Himself to be recreated in His image and likeness. "Father, I would that they be one." All the separateness caused by sin, all the separation pulled like a vacuum into Him, the womb of creation. To be renewed. To be recreated. Not the old self, patched like this garment. No, the whole old fabric would tear apart. New creation... all things made new... regeneration of the soul, not the body.
The Lion of the tribe of Judah with power and might roaring at the enemy who dared touch God's creation. He stopped the jaws of death and gathered the sparks of life to return to the creator. He was just a man? How could that be? He was just a lamb? How could that be? For ages, man has asked this question. Souls tremble in fear at the possibilities. What honor and respect we bestow on the sages Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. Each was just a man.
But, Yeshua, the Lamb of God: spoken of by the prophets, revealed by Elijah the Tishbite through John the Baptist was honored by a voice from heaven saying, "This is my beloved son, hear ye Him." This man who the forces of creation struggle with.
We speak of Him as if He is a byword. We talk of Him as if we have the right to analyze and disrespect His life and actions.
Never would we tolerate movies depicting Abraham as an immoral rebel who pulled men from God to himself.
We highly esteem Maimonides and other sages who were blessed with insights into the Torah and share with the world revelations of their hidden meanings. But the man Yeshua, we berate, negate His teachings, dishonor His name with little thought of consequences. We make Him into an icon or idol, but never "behold... Behold the Lamb!"