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11/2/10
My Shining Knight,
I’m writing you today because I have Calvary on my mind. Like no joke. Because I’ve thought about this before and now I think I’m really onto something special. And to adequately describe what I’m thinking, we are going to use some song lyrics.
When I see the cross, I see Heaven reaching down,
Think about it. The Father of all fathers is sitting looking down on us in Heaven, and He is just waiting to lavish us with gifts that will overwhelm and totally blow our minds. Gift # 1: Jesus Christ. Destined to be a sacrifice from His birth in a lowly manger. That was totally what I would call Heaven reaching down to offer the earth a second chance. :)
I see my sin and what it cost when I see the cross.
I think that a lot of the time, the problem with the human race is that we often forget to look at the price tag attached to the deed we want to commit. Maybe if we did, a lot of us wouldn’t do it. Maybe if we looked and said, “Hmm, premarital sex, well that’s going to cost someone’s life.” Maybe then, we would back away. Maybe if we’d look at the price tag to porn, we’d see 39 lashes to an innocent man. Or if we realized that a little lie cost someone a spear in their side. I wish we’d look at disobeying the parents as costing shoving the crown of thorns on the head of a king. I’m not trying to measure sin here Av, that’s not what I’m doing. I just wish we realized what we did to an innocent, perfect man. And when we realize it, I pray to God that we put ourselves into the criminal’s seat and realize it was us who did that.
I beat Him 39 times.
I spit on Him.
I mocked Him.
I shoved a crown of thorns on His precious head.
I took that hammer and nailed Him to a splintery tree.
I watched with a smile as He cried out in pain.
I stabbed Him in the side.
I killed Jesus.
And I’m really ashamed to say that I enjoyed every second.
I cried, who nailed him there, this child of peace and mercy? Who nailed him there? Come and face me like a man. Who nailed him there? And the crowd began to mock me. I cried oh my God, I just don’t understand, and I turned and saw the hammer, in my hand.
I loved every second of the sin I was living in, and I kept on doing it. That is why Jesus had to die. I killed Him. I beat Him within an inch of His life, and then watched as He hung there and died. Av, you know how much I hate to hurt people, how much I hate to even hate to hurt other things. How I hate to run over the dead things in the road. Not because it’s gross but because I feel sorry for it. And here I went and killed the Savior. A living, breathing, innocent man.
Scarlet thread that ties the beginning to the end.
It’s true. He is and was God. He could have simply stepped off the cross and healed Himself. He could have ordered an army of angels to rain death upon the people who hurt Him, but He hung there. He hung there because He was and is the thread that ties the beginning to the end. He was part of a plan. A plan that I earnestly believe He believed in. He hung there for me, and I know that as he was hanging there in the most horrid pain, because although He was God, He was still just a man, He still felt pain; He still felt heartache. I believe that He was thinking of me.
Calvary reminds me that you always planned
To carry my burdens in two nail scarred hands
Can you still think I’m worth what you had to go through
Calvary reminds me you do.
I believe that He was thinking of me the whole time. I believe that He saw my life play out a million times, mistakes and all. And the fact that He still hung there proved to me that He thought I was worth it. That He thought that I was special and that I would go on to do the most amazing things for Him. I won’t go on to really talk about how He was also thinking of you the whole time, and every other person to ever grace the face of the planet, because that blows my mind to pieces.
You don’t bring up my failures, my sin and regret,
It’s mercy and love you don’t let me forget.
I can’t imagine what you see in me.
It’s more than I can take in.
The human is flawed. Even at its best, it is still as a filthy rag. The Bible says that. Even so, Jesus never once brings up my failures. He never looks at me and says you should be grateful because look who you were. He just loves me. He just fills me up with His mercy. Jesus doesn’t look at my past. He tells me that it’s been done away with and forgotten. Jesus looks at my heart right now. He looks at His home and I think He likes it in there. He keeps it all held together. He keeps it calm. His love irradiates inside of me, and I know that He is why my heart is still beating :).
It’s all about the blood.
It’s all about Calvary.
It’s all about mercy flowing down an old rugged tree.
It’s all about grace.
It’s all about a sacrifice.
God’s love is all about the blood of Jesus Christ.
I’m so glad that Jesus sacrificed His life, and His blood for me.
I love you Av.
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