Over two thousand years ago, on a hill called Calvary just beyond the city wall of Jerusalem, a Jewish carpenter was executed by Rome as ordered by one Roman governor, Pontius Pilate. The charge leveled against him: He was the King of the Jews — though he lived not a day in a palace nor ever sat on a gilded throne.

Nearly two thousand years before this took place, on that same hill, called Mount Moriah then, Abram, the son of Terah, the father of the Jews and Arabs, steadied his hand to pierce through his beloved son, Issac. The son was spared when a substitutionary ram was provided and offered in his place.

Today, in 2015, beyond the walls of Jerusalem, beyond the borders of Israel, beyond the tribes of Abram’s sons, why does the world continue to memorialize the execution of this man, who was called the Lamb of God, on this holy day of the Jewish Passover when a lamb without blemish was to be killed as the first-born’s substitute.

Jesus, the sinless Lamb of God, God’s beloved only begotten Son, took my place and died on that Roman Cross on Calvary. The sinless one taking the place for each one of us born in sin. He became our substitute. All He asks of us is that we believe. I believe. Believe.

Today, if you hear His voice, do not harden your heart.