The Curtain

The curtain. Ornate and adorned with tassels, it was a reminder of the curtain that separated the the Holy of Holies from the rest of the temple. It hung in a dark room, illuminated only by a few low spotlights, as one of the seven rooms our church set up as reminders of the Journey to the Cross.

It was beautiful. But it was torn - shredded - from top to bottom. Not the neat kind of tear we make when ripping a sheet of paper in half, but an almost angry tear, as though the one who did it put every ounce of energy into the tearing.

As I stood there gazing at the curtain, it occurred to me what great lengths God went to in order to restore mankind to a relationship with him. It’s as though the very minute Jesus breathed his last breath on the cross, God anxiously tore through the curtain and said, “At last! Nothing stands between a relationship between you and me!

I know that Easter is about so much more than the death of Christ. But thank God, he was willing to die in the first place. Thank God that from the foundation of the world, the plan was in place to restore us to himself.

Therefore, brothers, since we have confidence to enter the Most Holy Place by the blood of Jesus, by a new and living way
opened for us through the curtain, that is, his body.
Hebrews 10:19-20