"_It is finished_."
There is a repose, a kind of majesty about this declaration which marks it
out from all other human words. There is, perhaps, nothing about the death
of Jesus which is in more striking contrast with death as men generally
know it than is revealed in this one saying. We are so accustomed to
regrets, to confessions that this and that are, alas! _unfinished_;
to those sad recitals which so often conclude with the dirge-like refrain,
"it might have been," that death stands forth in a new light when it is
viewed as the end of a completed journey, and the conclusion of a finished
task. This is exactly the aspect of it to which our Lord refers. His work
was done.
The suffering, also, was ended. Darkness had had its night of sore trial,
and now the day was at hand. Trial and suffering do end. It is sometimes
hard to believe it, but the end is already appointed from the beginning.
It was so with the Saviour of the world; and at length the hour is come,
and He raises His bruised and bleeding head for the last time, and cries
in token of His triumph, "_It is finished_!"
But is there not also here a suggestion of something more? _Up to that
concluding hour it was always possible for Him to draw back._ "I lay
down My life for the sheep," He had said; "no man taketh it from Me, but I
lay it down of Myself." His was, in the very highest and widest sense of
the word, a voluntary offering, a voluntary humiliation, a voluntary
death. Up to the very last, therefore, He could have stepped down from the
cross, going no further toward the dark abyss. But the moment came when
this would be no longer possible; when, even for Him, the sacrifice would
be irrevocable--when the possibility "to save Himself" was ended, and when
He became for ever "the Lamb that was slain," bearing the marks of His
wounds in His eternal body. When that moment passed, He might well say,
"It is finished."
Is there not something that should answer to this in the lives of many of
His disciples? Is there not a point for us, also, at which we may pass
over the line of uncertainty or reserve in our offering, saying for
ever--it is finished? Is there not an appointed Calvary somewhere, at
which we can settle the questions that have been so long unsettled, and,
in the strength of God, at last declare that, as for controversy of any
kind with Him, "it is finished"? Is there not at this very same cross of
our dying Saviour a place where doubt and shame may perish
together--crucified with Him, and finished for ever?
This would be, indeed, a blessed conformity to His death.