It is finished


It is finished

Now it is finished. It is all over

The disputes, the arguments. The clever men trying to trick him, the wise men trying to fool him, the strong men trying to stop him.

It is finished

Laughing with James and John.  Teasing Peter.  Trying to persuade Simon and Matthew to get along

It is finished

Martha’s wonderful cooking.  Mary’s big round eyes.  Lazarus shaking himself in disbelief

It is finished

The children running between the people stuffing themselves with bread and fish.  The children crying when he blessed them.  The children daring the bravest ones to run up and touch his cloak

It is finished

The authorities looking at him.  The lawyers dissecting every word.  The mute incomprehension.  The disgusted faces

It is finished

The quiet mornings overlooking Galilee.  The sun on the water.  They hint of a breeze.  Abba, all around, everywhere, holding him

It is finished

The crowds.  Pushing, jostling.  The sarcastic comments.  The fawning pleadings.  The exhaustion

It is finished

The girl’s cold hand becoming warm.  The look of eyes seeing colour for the first time.  The feel of hair and perfume on his feet

It is finished

The slap of a soldier’s fist.  The laughing eyes full of scorn.  The thud of iron cracking bones

It is finished

The thirst.  The mocking words.  The tear stained cheeks.  The gasping for breath.  The desolation

It is finished.  It is over now.  It is all finished.