February 11, 2018
He didn’t have to give his life, but he gave it freely. He didn’t have to save us from hell’s eternity, but he reached for our fragments. He didn’t have to suffer so violently, but he chose to do it faithfully. He didn’t have to restore what was lost, he could have started over with a thousand new worlds, but he chose us to be his family. He didn’t have become shame and share our sinful likeness and show us mercy beyond justice, but he pushed past the iron gates of law with forgiveness. He didn’t have to rescue us from the burning sands of condemnation or icy fjords of death; he could have just left us abandoned to our abusive idols, living famished in spiritual foster homes absent of love, but he chose rather to be our father; yes, he suffered to give us faith; he suffered to give us a future, a victorious future; he suffered to buy us as His forever.
We couldn’t give him any meaning, but he came as the dictionary of love, as the definition of deliverance, as the express image of God. He created a whole new vocabulary of truth, giving us words like justified by faith, and saved by grace, and joy unspeakable. We found a spiritual lexicon of hope, filled with exciting discoveries; hidden words that had always been there, but needed unveiling; hidden ways that would lead to generations of testimony, and as we walk with Him we learn, and we live, and we love as we could never have done under the tutorship of the law.
We couldn’t live without his mercy. Justice hunted us. Law betrayed us. Failures maximized our guilt. Death trailed our every dwindling moment. Hatred incubated in the cold recesses of our iniquitous hearts. True Love sidestepped us. As the hunt continued we tried to rid ourselves of sin’s scent, but the stench was too putrid, no matter how we bathed ourselves in good deeds. All our deeds were just rags, filthy, dirty, muddy rags. Rags of self-righteousness. Rags of narcissistic justification. Rags of envy and erosive malice. But his mercy is everlasting. Yet, his mercy showed up in flesh; in human form; in “the likeness of sinful flesh”. He was on a time clock “born of a woman, born under the law.” Listen now…