“Now in the place where He was crucified, there was a garden, and in the garden a new tomb in which no one had yet been laid. So there they laid Jesus.” John 19:42

As I sit here in the quietness reading about the death of Jesus I’m reminded that it wasn’t a quiet death.

I can imagine the noise that surrounded His last few hours.

The pop of Him being slapped in the face, the sound of spit being released in His direction, the slamming of fists against His body, the cracking of whips, the vicious shouts of insults and mocking, the cursing of the soldiers, the shuffling of many footsteps leading to His execution on the cross. The sound of the hammer driving the nails into His flesh.

And all of this was in stark contrast to His silence.

Isaiah 53:7 tells us, “He was oppressed and He was afflicted, yet, He opened not His mouth; He was led as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before its shearers is silent, so He opened not His mouth.”

Jesus, our Savior, perfectly fulfilled this prophecy. He didn’t speak a word against His Father for giving Him up to suffer for our sins; He didn’t speak a word against those who punished Him without cause; He didn’t speak a word in His own defense; He didn’t return insult for insult. With complete humility and obedience, He submitted to the will of the Father.

When I think on these things, I realize that the silence of Jesus rose well above all of the noise surrounding His death.


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