I really don’t like fried liver. I don’t like the look of it, the smell of it and I can’t stand the taste of it. It’s one of those things that if I ate a bite, that nasty taste would linger in my mouth. The only thing worse than eating the fried liver is putting up with the bad taste in my mouth for a long, long time.
Now the only thing that taste worse than liver is my anger. Have you ever been so angry you could taste it? Have you ever been so insulted, neglected or abused that you raged? Or even worse, have you ever heard that your loved one was mistreated leaving you so angry it consumed your every thought? Sometimes anger can be so strong you can taste it and believe me, that’s not a taste I want in my mouth.
Did you know God gets angry too? I know for some of us, it can be hard to picture God as angry because we are so blessed to be filled with the abundant love that God showers on us. But the truth is that God doesn’t just get angry. God feels wrath. The translation of the word wrath means heat, rage, hot displeasure, anger and would you believe poison? It’s true. There are times God anger is like poison. The bible refers to God as having a cup of wrath.
Can you imagine what a cup of God’s wrath might look like? Smell like? Taste like? Honestly, it’s something I’d rather not think about. What could possibly make God feel wrath? The only answer is sin. The Bible records times when God had wrath for nonbelievers as well as believers, big sins as well as small sins. I think it’s reasonable to believe that my sin and your sin can cause God to feel wrath too.
But then what has happened to God’s wrath? I know my list of sins grows with every passing day, so is there a cup in heaven with my name on it that is filled with more and more wrath every time I sin? The answer is NO. There’s not. Why? Because Jesus drank your cup of wrath. When Jesus died on the cross He took on the sins of the world. It’s like Jesus was presented with an endless row of cups, each one having a name on it. One of the cups had my name it; one of the cups had your name on it. One by one, Jesus drank all the wrath of God that was in our cups. Every drop that came from every sin Jesus took onto himself so that you and I do not have to drink the cup of wrath we deserve.
The idea of Jesus drinking my cup of wrath makes Easter mean so much more to me. Matthew 26:39 tells us that on the night before He was crucified, Jesus prayed to His heavenly father saying, “My Father, if it is possible, may this cup be taken from me. Yet not as I will, but as you will.” That cup was my cup. That cup was your cup. Praise God Jesus paid the price for each of us that we were unable to pay for ourselves. We are blessed! We are blessed indeed!