Undone

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We have smooth polished crucifixes on our churches. We wear gleaming necklaces of gold and silver. Our church buildings are adorned with ornate statues and beautiful stained glass windows. Is it possible that we make nice with these images and icons because we cannot bear to look upon the rugged and ragged cross that we deserve? Have we made the Easter remembrance pretty and acceptable so we can distance ourselves from the gritty and raw reality of our desperate spiritual poverty?

The bleeding wounds from the whip, the pierced hands and side, the slow suffocation.

The spit-covered, bruised and beaten savior of the world stumbling under the weight of the cross and our sin.

Ultimate payment demanded of the One who freely gives everything.

The death penalty for the Creator of life.

Condemnation for the One who came not to condemn but to save us.

God who spoke the universe into existence, now silent before His murderers.

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I do not want the cost of my sin to be so extravagant. Can’t I just empty my savings account into missions? Or work 100 hours a week in service to others? Or pray and fast for days on end? Build a church? Slaughter a thousand bulls and ten thousand sheep?

Is my sin so grievous it can only be absolved by the torture and death of Love Himself?

Yes.

My sin is ugly and brutal and heinous. My rebellion was a cowardly conspiracy of defiance, attempting to thwart the love of God for myself and others, to interfere with His will by subjugating it to my own. The price of my forgiveness, freedom from sin, redemption, salvation, and adoption into the Kingdom is nothing less than the ultimate sacrifice of Jesus.

I see my King nailed to the cross, and I am rendered speechless, humbled, awed. His reckless love has broken my hard heart and defeated my rebellion. Standing in the shadow of the cross, I am undone.


This Easter, may we celebrate Jesus, the only way to salvation and spiritual freedom. May the truth of what He has done for you be a real and personal revelation, and everlasting reminder of His great love. May we recognize that the only life worth living is born from intimate relationship with our Creator and Savior.

Jesus said to him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.”  John 14:6

For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him.  John 3:16-17


The Old Rugged Cross

On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
the emblem of suffering and shame;
and I love that old cross where the dearest and best
for a world of lost sinners was slain.

So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
and exchange it some day for a crown.

O that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,
has a wondrous attraction for me;
for the dear Lamb of God left his glory above
to bear it to dark Calvary.

So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
and exchange it some day for a crown.

In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,
a wondrous beauty I see,
for ’twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died,
to pardon and sanctify me.

So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
and exchange it some day for a crown.

To that old rugged cross I will ever be true,
its shame and reproach gladly bear;
then he’ll call me some day to my home far away,
where his glory forever I’ll share.

So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
and exchange it some day for a crown.


 

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