I’ve been praying and reflecting over the word sacrifice over the last few weeks. Last night, I joined some friends for a epic living room worship night, as the Spirit moved, and my voice got tired, I stopped singing and brought our my journal. It was then, unexpectedly, that all my thoughts and prayer came to a head, and this is what God had to say…

Sacrifice
Done
Done on a cross
Done on a Friday
Done with 40 lashes
Done wearing a crown
Sacrifice
Done with 3 rejections
Done with a roosters crown
Done with a mother’s tears
Done with a governor’s guilt
Done with a traitor’s noose
Done with a son’s cry
Eloi, Eloi
Done with his final words
“It is done”, or finished
Sacrifice
Done
Done and dead
Curtain torn
Laid to rest
3 days later
What was
Done
Is only just beginning
Beginning with a start
Starts on a Sunday
Starts with a rolling stone
Starts with clean, folded linen
Starts in a garden
With a woman
And a stranger
Starts with a whisper of her name
Starts with a recognition
A recognition of the start of a victory
A victory, a victory, a victory
Over a grave that could not hold
Over a death that would not last
Over sin that will no longer entangle
The grave is done
Death is done
Sin is done
Sacrifice
Done
Yes, it is done
And now, this living sacrifice is just beginning
In you, in me.
Done
Beginning

-jon