Suppose, at just the right time, thousands of years after history began, it was time to demonstrate to humanity what love means. You did not come to earth as an arrogant ruler… but as a humble servant to wash the feet of others. You did not arrive with fanfare and pomp … but left the glory of heaven to become a baby born in an animal stall. Your prophets had told of this… but this was not what was expected.
Suppose that you start your ministry to your people by announcing that you are the Lamb who has come to take away the sins of the world. Surely they will understand the implication after 2000 years of teaching. You demonstrate who you are by healing sickness, casting out demons and controlling creation. Yet they still follow you with their stomachs and not their hearts. Your prophets had told them these things would happen… but this was not what they expected.
Suppose you spend three years patiently teaching your people how to live and who you are. You repeatedly teach them that you are the rock upon which they must build their lives. You hate the arrogant lie that your children can earn their way into your presence. Your character is justice and justice requires payment for sin. Yet no man can pay the price. Throughout history Satan has deceived your children into believing that religion can save them. You expose the lies and hypocrisy of salvation by religious acts. You hate religion. Your harshest words are for these religious leaders. They are the ones who should know you best … but you are not whom they expected.
Suppose that the climax, which has been building since man first sinned, arrives. You pray for some other way to save mankind from his sin and to restore fellowship with you. But there is no other way. You allow yourself to be taken. You make no defense in mock trial after mock trial because the one you represent (mankind) is guilty and deserves judgment. You allow Satan to pour his fury out upon you. You are beaten so severely that you hardly look human. You are whipped so severely that your back resembles raw hamburger. Your beard is ripped out, thorns are thrust onto your head, you are slapped, cursed, and spit upon. Nails are driven through your feet and wrists and you are left hanging on a pole to die. You could destroy the entire universe with a word, but you chose instead … to suffer. You become that symbol of sin lifted on a pole which will heal your people. You become sin and take the penalty humanity deserves. You pay the price for every sin ever committed by every person in the past, present, and future. The anguish is incomprehensible. Your blood is shed for the sins of humanity. You are the innocent lamb sacrificed for others.
Suppose that three days later you rise from the dead to show that … at long last, they can have victory over death. Death has lost its sting. You have shown that there is nothing they can do to bridge the chasm between themselves and their Maker … you have done it all. Your forgiveness is free but they must love you more than their wickedness. You have shown them that there is no other way. There is no religious system by which they can earn their way to heaven. They have been trying to cover their sins with fig leaves from the very start. But this was not what they expected.
The plan was finally completed. The path back to you is open to all who are willing to accept it. You have done everything you could possibly do to restore fellowship between sinful man and yourself. You have satisfied the perfect justice required of your nature. You took the penalty which they deserved. You have shown absolute mercy by providing a bridge over the chasm between sinful man and a perfect God. You have made it so simple that anyone can understand it. You have done it all. But it was not what they expected.
Suppose that this is true. It is history. It is Christianity.
It is reality.