I often questioned why Jesus had to be so severely beaten before being nailed to the cross. There was a discussion in our Sunday school class and I had the opportunity to ask our Pastor why? He made a point that I had never thought about, that Jesus expirenced our hell.....I knew He paid my sin debt, thus the death, but I often wondered why the beating and the cruel mockery they made of my Lord and Saviour. Ray Boltz sings a song "....I turned and saw the hammer in my hand." My Jesus paid my hell....I begin thinking of what that might truly mean....and heart wants to break and my shame rises immediately. All my mind can utter is to say....Thank you Dear Jesus. Thank you. I can't even begin to grasp what it might mean. I've been told and taught most of my life that hell is seperation from God for an eternity. That there are degress of hell and that there is torment and suffering. But I never have tried to think of it. I want to run from it. My Jesus, my Saviour, my Redeemer. He took every blow, every crude remark, every jab, every whisper, every pain but most of all He took my place when God had to turn away from my sin. I had to take my little one yesterday to get shots. I had to hold her down and even cry with, but hold her down none the less. It was done out of love and for her well being, even though I know it hurt her. There was a thought last night that it must have kinda been like that for God to see Jesus on the Cross. God loves Jesus and us. How it must have hurt Him to see His only Son hanging on the cross. I'm in no way comparing what I had to do yesterday to the Cross, but what dawned on me is in my human way my love for Mandy is just an inkling of what God's love is for us. God has blessed me, in that I have never had to be alone....I can't imagine what Jesus went through....it makes me ask the question now why does He love me so much? Even on my most best behaved days, I'm awful. I can be sitting in Church, listening, wanting to hear more, craving it, then suddenly, out of nowhere, a thought will go through my mind....evil and lude..where did it come from? I don't want that thought. And sometimes it takes a lot of praying and silent singing to get it to go away. I love you Jesus. I'm so sorry for all the wicked things I've done and thought and said. Please forgive me.
Hide me O Blest Rock of Ages.......till thy Blessed Face I See in Glory....Keep me till my jorney's ended....Rock of Ages Hide Thou me.....I love this song.
My prayer is for all of us, that we realize the price, not just hear about it, but truly realize it.......the price Jesus paid for me and you.
Hide me O Blest Rock of Ages.......till thy Blessed Face I See in Glory....Keep me till my jorney's ended....Rock of Ages Hide Thou me.....I love this song.
My prayer is for all of us, that we realize the price, not just hear about it, but truly realize it.......the price Jesus paid for me and you.
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