My heart became hot within me. As I mused, the fire burned; then I spoke with my tongue: "O Lord, make me know my end and what is the measure of my days; let me know how fleeting I am!"

06 April 2007

It is a good Friday

Almost 2,000 years ago a man died for me. Knowing my name, knowing the number of hairs on my head, he died for me. Knowing that I hated him, he died for me. Knowing my worthlessness and weaknesses, he died for me. The God of vengeance visited his own son so he might pass me over. Blood of infinite worth and power was spilled for me. Nails between his bones held him up on a wooden stake so he could suffocate to death for me. Thorns squeezed blood from his head because he was a king not yet ascended. Crowds mocked and I would have too, if I was there. Or, maybe I'm the thief and not a soldier. Maybe my eyes, these 2,000 years later, would be open to truth in all its beauty. Maybe my ears have heard the amazingly gracious promise, "Today you will be with me in paradise." Like that thief, I have done nothing to earn these words from the dying Savior.

On this day, grace was so amazing that it approached insanity. As the heart fills with gratitude, the mind swirls in incredulity - How can this be? How does this work? What kind of God would make a deal like that for me? And then heart and mind combine to confess with the apostle, O the depth of the riches and wisdom and knowledge of God! I am no detective of grace, no investigator of God's wisdom, no explorer of his ways. The depths cannot be plumbed and grace's motivation cannot be fathomed. I am a thief, dying. Dying yet holding in my hand an invitation to a feast. And what a feast! But that's for another day. This is Friday, the day a man died for me.


Apples of Gold said...

How can one read this without getting goose bumps?! This is a keeper. I've copied it and will use it for family devotions tonight. This should be published to a wider audience. To not do so would be like hiding your light under a bushel. This should be in the pages of a best selling devotional booklet at least. Thanks for the uplifting and encouraging words/testimony.

Ellen Olivetti said...

When you talk about weighty theological issues or current trends within the church, your intelligence, your commitment to the King of Kings, your study, your dedication to purity in your worship and consistency in your belief system all shine through. But when you talk about the Saviour who died for you, your childlike faith and trust are just beautiful to behold. Thanks for bringing me back to that wonder ... that He would die for me.

Jeff Kessler said...

It is obvious that we didn't work you hard enough when you were an assist. pastor. Now that you have your own outfit, you never write. :)

Jeff Kessler