The look of the Saviour

Marred, scourged and despised.

There were no beauty in His visage. Anguish, grave agonising pain He endured that no man ever felt.

The only comfort He seems to suggest a returning glory, "Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit" and there Jesus gave up His life.

It is in this death that gave life. Seemingly it looks hope is all buried and gone but that is not the case. Overwhelmed with grief, the disciples gazed. Yet that look of the Saviour was one that would arised with a glorious voice, "I am risen"

To see the resurrected Christ governs hope. The look of Christ, my Saviour, our Saviour is a victory of overcoming the world.

This world has no path to victory. This world has only end. Death is our end.

However, when you looked to the bronze serpent, when you look at the risen Christ, when you see the look of the Saviour, my friend there is no end, there is only life, the life with Christ, the new birth, the resurrection that says, death has lost its sting.

What a delight to commend your spirit to Christ, our Shepherd who first commend His spirit to God the Father.

We can also find rest through Christ in commending our soul, our lives to God.