by Connie Almony
As authors, we know the feeling of satisfaction when we write the words “The End” at the bottom of our manuscript. We’ve dispensed the last of our blood, sweat and tears onto a page littered with bits of our soul. Our lives. Our being.
Figuratively, of course.
As Christians, we pour out this offering in ministry, in hopes it will one day bless someone, draw them closer to God, make their lives more meaningful.
Yet, there are words more profound, representing a larger sacrifice and an infinitely greater offering. They are not only for the writer, but for each and every one of us on this spinning globe called planet Earth. They are not “The End,” though they can be misunderstood as meaning the same thing.
“The End,” suggests a story that’s over. However, these words tell of stories just begun. New Creations. Lives stepping out in purpose. They were uttered by our Savior as His Life drained from His flesh and His renewing filled our souls.
We might imagine Him on the cross, looking on His new creation and smiling at the beauty we now embody because the master has given so much to refine us. Though the blood from His crown of thorns drips into His eyes, and His lungs labor to take in their last breath, He peers at His children, righteous pride swelling in His scarred and battered breast, and declares, “It is finished!”
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