Therefore doth my Father love me, because I lay down my life, that I might take it again. No man taketh it from me, but I lay it down of myself. I have power to lay it down, and I have power to take it again. This commandment have I received of my Father.
In 1932, legend has it that Babe Ruth, in the fifth game of the World Series pointed towards center field, and hit a home run. People still debate the validity of the Ruth legend. Either way, Ruth hit the home run.
Whether you agree with Ruth’s story or not, a much greater called shot happened over 2,000 years ago. The Lord Jesus, repeatedly, declared that He would not only die for our sins, but that He would rise up three days later.
I’m so glad that He called this shot, even before He was born in the manger! He prophesied it through the prophets, from Enoch to Malachi. Isaiah declared it triumphantly, David rejoiced at the sight. Abraham saw His day, and was glad. The breath taking thing is this, as soon as Eve’s decided to eat the fruit, God decided to save us. He never wanted them to sin, but He was prepared to offer Himself to reclaim us!
He called the shot while His voice was Adam was still burdened with guilt. He called the shot before they were thrust out of the garden. As the tears of sin flowed down their faces, tears of love promising redemption flowed from God’s face.
This Easter, I’m so thankful that He cared enough to communicate my victory. For He didn’t just call the shot from a Heavenly throne. He carried it out through blood and agony, and looked back triumphant from home plate as the tomb stood perpetually empty.