Jesus…The Lamb of God
by Bonnie Patterson
Cold winds whipped across the frozen South Dakota Badlands as I experienced my first early Easter sunrises. Ranchers and their families stood huddling around as my minister dad gave a brief sunrise meditation. I remember the golden sun popping over the unearthly horizon of the Badlands as we headed back to the parking lot within the boundaries of the Badlands National Monument. Soon we all rejoined in the basement of the Interior, South Dakota Presbyterian Church to thaw out over mugs of hot chocolate and fill up on pancakes the church women cooked. Many of those ranchers raised Hereford cattle but there were some sheep in the mix, too. So I was familiar with the characteristics of little lambs.
Jesus is referred to as the Lamb of God in Scripture:
“The next day John saw Jesus coming toward him and said, ‘Look! The Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world!’ ” —John 1:29
“…God paid a ransom…it was the precious blood of Christ, the sinless, spotless Lamb of God.”
—1 Peter 1:18, 19
“…They are the ones whose names were not written in the Book of Life before the world was made—the Book that belongs to the Lamb who was slaughtered.”
From these verses what do we derive about the characteristics of Jesus as the Lamb of God?
*Takes away the sin of the world
*The Book of Life belongs to the Lamb of God
The word John used in “Behold!” is a term expressing awe, wonderment, and exclamation. Charles Spurgeon wrote that “There was nothing of greater wonder ever seen than that God Himself should provide the Lamb for the burnt offering….that He should provide the delight of His heart to die for us.”
Look steadily at, behold, this Lamb of God…look at Him in wonder and with eternal gratitude! Nothing else in all the world compares to beholding Jesus, the Lamb of God!
None Other Lamb
None other Lamb, none other Name,
None other hope in Heav’n or earth or sea,
None other hiding place from guilt and shame,
None beside Thee!
My faith burns low, my hope burns low;
Only my heart’s desire cries out in me
By the deep thunder of its want and woe,
Cries out to Thee.
Lord, Thou art Life, though I be dead;
Love’s fire Thou art, however cold I be:
Nor Heav’n have I, nor place to lay my head,
Nor home, but Thee.