Lately, I have been reminded of Christ’s sacrifice on the Cross, something that as a body, we have watered down.
In light of the gravity and weight of my own sins, I can’t help but humble myself when I really physically imagine what He experienced for me.
He literally took death for me. He hung naked, humiliated, shamed, scourged, beaten until He was unrecognizable.
In present day, Jesus took a bullet for me. He stepped into the line of fire and shielded me so I didn’t lose my life-a death I willingly deserved.
And then I think, “Who would willingly do that for me? Who would sign up to take on my sins as His own even though He wasn’t guilty?”
And at what cost?
Yet, Jesus did it.
I contemplate this and my natural instinct is to want to repay Him.
What could I possibly give in return for an innocent Man’s life–who also happens to be the Lord Himself?
How could I ever repay Him?
And the truth is, I can’t.
Or can I?
He does require one thing from me, if I decide I want to follow Him.
My most prized possessions.
What I am waiting for.
This is the cost.
It’s all or nothing with Jesus.
I have been accused of being this way with things, people and even my convictions.
I call it being like my Daddy!
But seriously, I wouldn’t have it any other way in a relationship with someone I love.
As I read this a while back, something I thought I could never repay–what Christ did for me–is something that I can actually do.
But I have to do it every day.
The question is: am I willing?
And at what cost?
Am I willing to travel the sorrowful way?
(**The Via Dolorosa was known as “the sorrowful way” and was the route Jesus traveled on the day He was crucified from Pilate’s seat to Mount Calvary.)
King David told Araunah in 2 Samuel 24:24 that he would not present an offering to the Lord that cost him nothing.
So it should be with us.
As we consider the cost Christ was willing to (and did) pay for us, may it encourage us along our journey of waiting.
We were worth Him enduring the cross because of the joy set before Him–us–after the Via Dolorosa.
We were worth the innocent blood of Jesus.
And that, my dear sister, is priceless!