If God had meant the Cross to be a riveting exhibit of what He thinks of sin, of His hatred of it, of His wrath toward it, then wasn’t He rather late on the draw? Four millennia of sinful civilizations had flowed over the “damn” by that time! They surely could have benefited from such a graphic crucifix to remind them of God’s “bad attitude” and damning responses toward sin. BUT IN FACT THEY HAD SUCH TESTIMONIES ALL AROUND THEM! That’s what Romans 1:18 through 3:20 are all about. God had never left Himself without testimonies either of His wrath or of His good acts (Acts 14:17) and kindnesses (Romans 2:4) in His achievements, not to mention His imperceptible power and divinity (Romans 1:20), during that long stretch of redemptive prehistory. HE DIDN’T NEED THE CROSS TO TEACH THAT LESSON. No, no! What the Cross taught, what it revealed, but of course only in conjunction with the Resurrection, was the righteousness of God that alone could SAVE us from all that terrifying wrath—that litany of ruins that littered the cradles of civilization.
How did these diametric opposites ever get so dismally confounded in theologies of the Cross? How could they all (?) have been so blind to the real meaning of the Cross of our Master Jesus, the Messiah, as the hideous CULMINATION of human wrong demanding, at long last, a definitive answer from Heaven itself by way of a SOLUTION? The Cross, in sum, finally rang God’s doorbell, and He heard and answered and did the unheard of by completely reversing and overcompensating this consummate execution, giving the perpetrators the advantage of habeas corpus long enough for the corpse to cool and stiffen helplessly. THEN AND ONLY THEN, with a supernal flourish, Jehovah OVERREACTED and sent the universe sprawling in astonished disarray. What happened next can only be described as: Nice. Neat. Cool. Sweet. And, really really Fair. Okay, so I’m at a loss for words.
However, that’s not the end of the story. Sadly, possibly because the proximate ending was so horrible, God, in His discretion, left it deliberately out of Wholesome Scripture, although He did close His holy eyes and point us in the right direction to find it. He even arranged to have a sympathetic Jewish eyewitness record it—Josephus, a virtual ambassador and mediary between Rome and Jerusalem, equipped with not a little wisdom from on high. In 70 A.D., the termination of that wicked generation which crucified God’s appointed and Anointed Son as an exile, outside His own “vineyard” and capital city 40 years earlier, in 30 A.D., GOD’S WRATH DESCENDED WITH UNMATCHED FURY. Nothing like it had ever befallen Jerusalem before, and its equal has never occurred since. This tragedy stands prominent, alone, and unspeakably ugly as the festered carbuncle of Israel’s history. And God lanced it. This gross episode makes for uncomfortable and exclusively adult reading. And that’s where you’ll find the paramount exhibit of God’s wholesome hatred of case-hardened sinners, now virtually identified with their cherished, unforgiven, full-grown sins, in out-and-out rebellion against His own long-announced and well-illustrated Kingdom of love, righteousness, mercy, forgiveness, amenability, peace, kindness, and abounding joy. They had stiffly rebuffed that kind of Kingdom, and, instead, got what they were asking for: vengeance. “His blood be on us, and on our children” (Matthew 27:25). [5/30/07]