when i ponder parts of my own story of redemption, i am always humbled.
by the unconditional love of jesus.
way back, on that first good friday, he knew me.
he knew i'd scoff him, deny him, curse him and wish to kill him.
he knew i'd be broken and and caught in great, filthy sin.
he knew that after he redeemed my life, that i'd all too often act like i'd forgotten all of his mercy.
he knew i'd value man's opinions more than his more than a few times.
he knew that i'd try leaning on myself first.
he knew i'd fail to love others as he called me to.
he knew that i'd need fresh grace every single day. every minute.
he knew i didn't deserve it, that amazing sacrifice.
and he died in my place anyway.
but it wasn't about me, was it?
my salvation has nothing to do with my being worthy, good or productive. or not.
the glory of the son of man is not about me. or you.
god is holy, and sin must be punished.
and by the best gift, death on that cross,
he displayed the glory of christ, who is the image of god.
to save undeserving humans like me.
truly, it's all mysterious to me.
but if i completely made sense of god's purposes, would god be god?
i am grieving my sin today. laying it all out to him. repentant.
asking him to renew my zeal for him. steady my hope in him.
keep me from sinning against him. ready my hands for his plans.
thanking him for loving me. giving himself for me.
praising him for his forgiveness and clean slates.
praising him for the truth of good friday, that leads to the truth of easter.
an empty tomb.
a risen, reigning and sovereign savior.