We celebrate a death.
We buy gifts, sing songs, get merry and even giddy. We overeat and we overindulge.
Yet a mother sacrificed, a baby was born to suffer for our sins. For our benefit, for our salvation, a life was given.
It was’t easy. Don’t for a minute think because he was God that it didn’t hurt, that his flesh would not have chosen to rather not.
And He … began to be struck with terror and amazement and deeply troubled and depressed. And He said to them, My soul is exceedingly sad (overwhelmed with grief) …. He fell on the ground and kept praying that if it were possible the [fatal] hour might pass from Him. And He was saying, Abba, [which means] Father, everything is possible for You. Take away this cup from Me (Mark 14:33-36 AMP)
He felt it. The weight and ugliness of our sin. It was overwhelming. The rejection, the hate, the evil, the awful, the hurt in every wound inflicted on his body. He carried it all.
For me.
And for you.
Let it sink in. Take a moment to really consider what was given, what it was that was actually exchanged.
He came to pay OUR debt in full. He came to repay what was suffered, to return what was lost, to make restitution for the damages done.
The cost was great. The cost was life.
Sorrow seems more appropriate.
Except we are talking about a generous God with unconditional love for us. And so this sorrow is our gift.
For the kind of sorrow God wants us to experience leads us away from sin and results in salvation. There’s no regret for that kind of sorrow. (2 Corinthians 7:10 NLT)
His gift to us is life in exchange for death, hope for despair, love for grief.
He comes with salvation and recompense.
blessed & broken 