So I’m working on my college project for my Life of Christ class. As I’m just quickly running through a couple of the stories in the gospels I am brought almost to tears. Just one of those moments where something that you read over and over again comes to a startling reality. I, a sinner – a traitor, hated, with no claim except death – was loved so powerfully that the Creator of the Universe sent His only Son to die an excruciating, emotional, and horrific death for no other reason but to grant me the gift of eternal life and fellowship with the Father. He loves ME. Imagine the weight of your own sin multiplied by the sin of everyone in the past, present, and future, and that is the weight that Christ held on the cross. How dare I not be moved. How dare I take for granted what has been done for me. It is easy to become cold to everything and just go through the motions. Oh how I pray that God would stir the fire in my soul.
Romans 5:6-10 sums this up beautifully: And hope maketh not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us. For when we were yet without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly. For scarcely for a righteous man will one die: yet peradventure for a good man some would even dare to die. But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. Much more then, being now justified by his blood, we shall be saved from wrath through him. For if, when we were enemies, we were reconciled to God by the death of his Son, much more, being reconciled, we shall be saved by his life.