They hung Him high...they stretched Him wide...He hung His head, for me He died...that's love...
That's not how the story ends...for in three days, He rose again...that's love...
When I think of the suffering that Jesus endured...for other people...I get excited. I am hopeful. The story of Jesus' love for other people makes sense to me. He provides great hope.
But, when I think of what Jesus endured for me, I have to stop to catch my breath. See, the difference is that I know myself. I really know Carmen. I know my sin...I know how ugly my heart is...I know how desperate I am for grace....
so when I stop and consider that Jesus was beaten, broken, and battered for me...and all of my filth...because He chose me...because He loved me...because I'm His...it's unfathomable. Nobody loves like that...
My heart prays that Emmanuel and Reese would have a real understanding of who they are...for it is only when we truly know ourselves that we can see how real Jesus is and how desperate we are for Him. Father, please show them who they really are, so that they can cling to You...so that they cry out for You...so that they praise You with their whole hearts.
Thank you, Father, for enduring shame. Thank you for not turning back on me. Thank you for your great, unfathomable love.
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