Later, knowing that all was now completed, and so that the Scripture would be fulfilled, Jesus said, “I am thirsty.” A jar of wine vinegar was there, so they soaked a sponge in it, put the sponge on a stalk of the hyssop plant, and lifted it to Jesus’ lips. When he had received the drink, Jesus said, “It is finished.” With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.
We are slowly nearing the end of our time together. There are only two words left, and they are by no means the easiest to understand or the easiest to hear. Let us take some time to sit and ponder together the enormity of Jesus’ last words before his death as the Gospel from St. John records them.
It is finished.
I have often heard that Jesus’ words here are like that of an artist or worker looking at a finished product. Maybe Jesus was like a composer who has just finished his magnum opus. Did he experience, even as he hung broken and bleeding on the cross, something akin to what Beethoven experienced after working for countless hours and days on his 5th Symphony? It is finished. The music is made. Or maybe it was more akin to the feeling that falls upon an author after writing the last word of a novel. Did Jesus know the relief of completing the task like Leo Tolstoy felt after finishing War and Peace? It is finished. The novel is way too long, but it is completed. Or maybe it was like the since of peace that a master chef feels after toiling in the kitchen all day over a single meal. Everything was added in just the right amounts at just the right time, and now the dinner is done, ready to eat.
It is finished.