"Tout Est Accompli"


Today marks the most pivotal day in history - the day that all of Biblical prophecy pointed to, the day in which our calendar centers upon, the day that our life in eternity is determined by - the day Jesus gave His life for us on Calvary.

The sign above His head was written in Greek, Hebrew, and Aramaic, and if it had also been written in English, it would have read -

JESUS OF NAZARETH, 
KING OF THE JEWS

He didn't die just for the Jews. He died for all mankind. He knows us all, no matter what time of history we lived, no matter what language we speak. He loves us all.

I had the privilege of teaching French in a Christian school. Each of us bought a French Bible and used it alongside our own English Bible. I often found that the French version followed the Greek meanings of the text closer than the English. (I later learned that they have similar roots.)

One of my students pointed out the depth of meaning of the French version of John 19:30. In English, it reads, " When Jesus therefore had received the vinegar, he said, It is finished: and he bowed his head, and gave up the ghost." (KJV)

In French, it says,
Quand Jésus eut pris le vinaigre, il dit: Tout est accompli. Et, baissant la tête, il rendit l'esprit.  " (Louis Sagond)

"Tout Est Accompli"
  ( "All is accomplished." )

Everything has been done that is needed to fulfill prophecies.
Everything has been done that fulfills God's justice for sin.
Everything has been done that we may approach a Holy God.

There is nothing I need to PAY to purchase my salvation.
There is nothing I need to ENDURE to deserve it.
There is nothing I need to ACHIEVE to earn it.
There is nothing I need to DO to secure it.

Jesus has done it all.

I need only BELIEVE it.
I need only RECEIVE it.
I need only CLAIM it.
I need only TRUST it.

God's gift of eternal life transcends all nationalities and languages. I have felt the bond of the Spirit's fellowship in Believers who sang and prayed in words I didn't know. Someday, it won't matter our language. We will all be one with Christ in heaven. We will all sing to our Savior and Redeemer and King who bought us with His blood.


The Sound of Poetry

When I was a child, my father read poetry to me often. He quoted lines of poetry whenever it was brought to his mind. He sang little ditties that he learned as a child. He filled my life with the rhythm of poetry. One of the first poems I memorized was -

Boy with bow and arrow, photograph by Doris Ulmann - LoC 3b16179u


"The Arrow and the Song" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight. 

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song? 

Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.


I love the meaning of the words. I loved the flow of their sounds. I found that I liked other poems by Longfellow - "The Song of Hiawatha" and "The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere." I was thrilled to learn that he was a Maine native.



Who is your favorite poet?

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