"It is finished."

"When Jesus had received the sour wine, he said, 'It is finished,' and he bowed his head and gave up his spirit." John 19:30 ESV

Did you ever consider those words, "it is finished"? These words are profound. Centuries of promises and prophecies led up to this moment. Thousands of people - prophets like Joel and Isaiah, kings like David, fathers like Abraham - longed for this day (Hebrews 11). Types and shadows in the old testament, such as David defeating Goliath just as Jesus defeated sin, and Abraham offering up his son Isaac just as God the Father offered up his son Jesus, spoke of this ultimate story.

Jesus himself endured much before he could say these words: Temptation (Hebrews 2:18), rejection (Isaiah 53:3), torture (John 18 - 19). He was forsaken by his own Father, who he had loved and been loved by for all eternity (Matthew 27:46).

So when he says, "It is finished," he is saying this: The prophecies have been fulfilled. The law has been completed. The horrible price for sin has been paid. The role of the High Priest is finished. There is nothing more to be done.

And for us, these words have huge implications. It is finished. That means that we can never add anything to our salvation by doing good works. It also means that we can never ruin our salvation by any sinful thing we do. The work of salvation is complete. It is sealed with the blood of Jesus. It is done.

It is finished.


Blood work

I went to the doctor's office yesterday for my yearly checkup. And I had the dreaded "blood work" done. All my life I have avoided this. Yes, I'm an adult. And yes, I go to the doctor every year. But somehow I managed to evade having my blood sucked out of me every single time.

There were two things I was thinking when I went to the doctor's yesterday. The first was, will I be alright? I can't say the word "blood" without feeling weak in the knees. The second was, maybe I have a tough streak in me that will suddenly come to life! You know all those stories where the main character is a wimp, but when they have to do something very hard, they suddenly rise to the challenge and become heroes? I always hoped I was one of those characters.

So I sat down and the needle went in, and I just closed my eyes and thought, "Is that all? Easy!" Then I realized I could feel the blood leaving my hand and streaming up to the needle in my arm. That made me shake and tremble. It didn't hurt, but it forced me to think about blood and I hated it. But soon, that was over to.

I stood up, happy to have it over and noticed that my vision was a little black. I must have stood up too fast, so I sucked in my stomach, because that would help keep the blood from rushing to my head too fast. But my vision only got worse, and everything sounded weird. The nurse made me sit down again and handed me water, and all the while I was resolved that I would not faint. I broke into a cold sweat all over, but I succeeded in staying conscious.

I left the office feeling slightly disappointed with myself for not becoming a hero. As if not feeling effected by having bloods drawn would have made me hero....

How do you react to getting blood drawn?



I made Baklava. It was surprisingly easy. Mine came out a little messy, since the photo above is of my best one. But it tasted like Baklava, which in case you didn't know, tastes a little like honey.

The recipe I found is here. I would highly recommended serving it with unsweetened tea or black coffee, since the Baklava itself is so sweet.