So we carefully go over the crime scene trying to determine how this could happen.
Good Friday.
Two things are clear.
Jesus is dead, a horrible brutal death.
And that we are responsible.
There it is.
However we put the pieces together the conclusion is the same, we killed him.
Did God set us up for this?
Can one person take on the suffering and death of another?
Forensic grace.
The crime of love.
Taking our darkness and turning it into light.
Taking our failure and turning it into victory.
Taking our crime and turning it into innocence.
Taking our deadliness and turning it into liveliness.
A set up.
However we put the pieces together or tare them apart, God’s love is the miracle that happens in the end. Forensic grace.
The cross was inevitable. But so is Easter.
God is tricky like that.