Finest Last Hour

Approximately, I am breathing my 271,560^th hour on earth, exactly an hour ago, I don’t have any idea if this would be my last hour; give me another hour I would still be clueless. Is there anyone on earth who lived to tell about their last hour? That’s a mere impossibility, a dewdrop on planet Mars.

I know of One who did. Actually, it’s more of His followers who wrote about His last hour, who had full account on the finest hour that was set to alter even the human genome, it must have been the bloodiest obscenity witnessed both by His accusers and His friends. It must have been the most painful hour in the life of a mother, a mother who could only stare at her son, a mother who is the only one to distinguish between blood from tears by the look at her son’s eyes.

“Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachtani?”

It must have been puzzling for a Roman soldier to see the clouds turn dark as the earth shook; on the other hand, it must have been so sweet a sound of victory for heaven. The curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. History just had its major overhaul; heaven was opened to those who would believe.

What a beautiful scene, the most beautiful Name on the earth lifted high, His finest last hour has paved way to eternity with Him, and man in his sinful nature can now spend eternity with the infinitely pure God. The nails were not able to hold Him for good, the wooden cross was not sturdy enough to carry Him, and the tomb was too small for Him.

I could only imagine.

Can it be pure joy to witness Jesus being taken up in the air?

Sadly, time took its toll. What was once a headliner in Jerusalem has suddenly become a trivial issue more so an object of mockery. The cross was reduced from being a symbol to a logo. A rock star’s emblem. A tattoo on the arm.

Man and his tragic kingdom. Seemingly boundless but feeble. A decade of reading books made man assume knowledge. It’s the glorious pretension of a life valued in carnal means. It’s god with a small “g”. It’s the self secured agenda of survival, its technology at it’s finest. It’s a matter of sixty years or more for the vegetarians. From natal to fatal. We all have one shot each. The earth might stay for another hundred years, but you?

Finest last hour, care to have yours?

The angel said to the women, "Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay. Then go quickly and tell his disciples: 'He has risen from the dead and is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him.' Now I have told you."

Matthew 28:5-7