Today I’m remembering the One.
The one who created the heavens and the earth.
The one who has always lived yet came into this particular creation as a helpless baby.
The one who took his first steps on the same earthy ground He used to create mankind.
The one who taught grown men the ways of God at the tender age of twelve.
The one whose eyes shone like the sun at the mention of His Heavenly Father.
The one who befriended sinners, the worst of them.
The one who gathered up the weak, the unfortunate, and the cheaters and made them into righteous brothers.
The one who brought sight to the blind with one touch of his powerful yet gentle fingertip.
The one who drove out the worst of demons with simply just words.
The one who wept and mourned at the sight of his best friend lying dead.
The one who never even once sinned against His Father God.
The one who gave life to the dead and broken.
The one who authored faith and taught it well.
The one who gave mercy and forgiveness again, and again, and again, and again.
The one who healed his enemies and prayed for those who hated him.
The one who was led to his death like a sheep to the slaughter.
The one who was exalted only to be cut down by those he loved, healed, led, taught.
The one who took the beatings, one after the other.. For hours.. For you.
The one who was mutilated by his own creation.
The one who suffered and cried and hung on by a thread on that cross of crucifixion.
The one who took on each and every bitter and hateful remark.
The one who could vanish in a second and restore all things yet he clung to that cross of death so that we would have a chance at Life.
The one who came to earth to do that very thing.
I remember the love poured out, the sin that was upon him. That was my sin. Our sin. Our sin put him on that cross because without Him, we wouldn’t have a chance to live. We would have died and gotten exactly what we deserved, hell.
But the God of great Love had a different plan. His plan is always good. His plan was to send a Savior who could handle that sin and conquer over it.
And that is who I remember.
The King of Kings.
The Lord of Lords.
The One who bore our shame and death so that we wouldn’t have to.
The God of Love in the form of man.
I remember Jesus on the cross of Calvary.
And the Hope that He gives…
Because yes, He died.
But He didn’t stay dead.
He BEAT death! He CONQUERED hell! He rose from the grave and left our sin there!!!!
He Reigns, He rules, He has authority to wipe sin out of us because he beat it!
He is the remedy to our vile selves.
And He gives life to all who believe and call upon Him!
I remember that cross and I praise Him because of it.