Last night at theMILL, Aaron Stern gave an incredible message about Good Friday. He really emphasized how sinful and unworthy we are as humans, and that we have fallen short of God's holiness. But God's grace was and is big enough to bridge the gap. And therein lies the beauty of the cross.
Today God brought me to Luke 22, when Jesus goes up to the Mount of Olives to pray right before he is arrested.
["Father, if you are willing, take this cup from me; yet not my will, but yours be done." An angel from heaven appeared to him and strengthened him. And being in anguish, he prayed more earnestly, and his sweat was likes drops of blood falling to the ground.] - Luke 22:42-44
I think it's safe to say that I was in his prayers that night. I'd also go so far as to say that my life flashed before his eyes as he was being crucified. He laid down his life to give me a second chance that I don't deserve. That's pretty amazing :)
So what the heck have I been doing? Every second that I don't spend praising him is a second completely wasted. He saved me. He made the greatest sacrifice of all. My life, my heartache, my bad days mean absolutely nothing. My gaze should be forever heavenward because he is all that matters. And I should be going out of my way to bring him glory. It's the very least I can do to live my life for him when he sacrificed his on my behalf.
Grace is beautiful, and it's meant to be lived. Not just experienced through salvation. Not just celebrated on Easter. Lived. And such is our calling. Our privilege, even. To live lives worthy of the grace we've been given, and to remember him as he remembered us.
I, for one, can't stop smiling. Or crying, for that matter. Because I'm saved. Because I'm cherished. And because God is so good :)
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