Knowing that everything had now been accomplished, Jesus said, I am thirsty, received the wine vinegar, and spoke one word in Greek, tetelestai: it is finished. Then He bowed His head and gave up His spirit.

Not I am finished, it is: the work, the ransom, the rescue, complete. Read John's crucifixion account today the way you would read a will naming you. It names you.

Even Absalom's war room served the purposes of God, and even the cross, injustice at full strength, was accomplishment in disguise: every prophecy kept, the garment, the bones, the pierced side, the thirst. John piles up fulfillments so you will see design where the crowd saw defeat. Nothing about that day slipped from the Father's hands.

It is finished is the word over your account: the debt paid in full, nothing left for you to add, everything left for you to receive. Striving to earn what Christ completed is unbelief wearing work clothes. Rest in the finished work today, and then, like Joseph and Nicodemus, let your allegiance finally go public somewhere it has been secret.