He has girded His sword to His thigh. What a joyous truth this is. He rode into the death trap, the vineyard where the workers had killed His Father’s servants, into the midst of the angry mob, and He put the scarlet letter upon Himself. “Here am I, kill Me.” He says, “I am the sinner for sinners, the scapegoat, the substitute, the whole burnt offering, the ransom, and the mercy seat.” He rode with truth, with meekness, and with righteousness. “Neither do I accuse you,” He said. No sweeter words have ever been spoken in all of history. The sword is girded to His thigh.
Thy Kingdom Come: Lent and Easter Sermons
David H. Peterson