veil torn

“What just happened?”

Don’t you suppose that was the question racing through the minds of Adam and Eve that fateful day in the garden? In God’s beautiful garden, the home he created for them to enjoy, mankind surrendered to sin, to MY will and MY way.

For the first time, mankind hid, feeling the sting of guilt followed hard by the suffocating oppression of shame.

Isolation and separation.

Gone were the walks in the cool of the evening. Come the days of toil and sweat.

Sinful man labored 40 years in the dessert. Carrying God in a box. Erecting his tent home when they set up camp. Shrouding his presence with The Veil.

Only the high priest and only once a year did man pass behind the veil into the holy presence of Holy God.

The world was left longing. Longing for the garden, for evening walks and talks. Longing to know and be known.

But then….

In another garden, God-Become-Man surrenders to grace, to HIS will and HIS way.

Jesus bridges the gap between God and man with his broken body.  The Father’s way makes a way for relationship to be restored.

The Veil? Torn!

From top to bottom. The hands of God eager to destroy the thing that separated. God’s wrists turn. His strong arms tear.

Sin atoned. His loving presence floods the earth.

“What just happened?”

Don’t you suppose they heard it? Fibers snapping as the veil was shredded?

Don’t you suppose they felt it? Waves of grace? Cleansing flow of love?

Can you feel it now? Love washing over you, rinsing away the stain of sin.

Cool. Refreshing. Satisfying every longing of your soul.

And Jesus cried out again with a loud voice, and yielded up His spirit. Then, behold, the veil of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom; Matthew 27:50-51