|photo courtesy of Rock Church|
Ransom: Cost. Price. Penalty.
Did you know that you were rescued by God before you were ever born? That He loved you so much He was willing to sacrifice His One and Only Son? His Child. For you!
Think about that. I mean really, really THINK about that….
When is the last time you felt worthy of dying for? I’m not sure I’ve EVER felt that way. When is the last time you thought that Someone, anyone, would be beaten and punished and murdered so YOU could have a better life?
Well, it happened. In a feedbox in Bethlehem. On the road to Gethsemane. At a place called Golgotha.
Jesus, the One and Only, the Son of the One, True God, came to earth and lived and died so that YOU could be rescued; so that I could be redeemed.
I know that I am guilty of talking “down” to myself. “Oh, Kerri, that was so stupid!” “I can’t believe how dumb I am.” “I’m such a loser.”
Are you willing to admit to any of those sounding familiar? Well, I say to you, and to myself: STOP. Just stop. Stop demoralizing the person that Jesus bled and died for!
What an insult to the Lamb of God!
If YOU paid a million dollars for something you thought was flawless, priceless, and worthy to be paid for, how would you feel if anyone came by and treated it like trash? Would YOU take that million dollar possession and slam it to the ground and break it?
Of course you wouldn’t.
Then stop doing it to yourself. We need to start realizing that we are not our own. We were BOUGHT and paid for by the God of the Universe. And He hears our every thought. He knows how we feel about ourselves, and what we say to ourselves.
And He probably weeps.
Let’s start valuing ourselves. Let’s start appreciating each other! Jesus died for you. He died for me. He died for your worst enemy.
Let’s not make it for nothing.
How Deep The Father’s Love For Us
©1995 Kingsway's Thank you Music
Words and Music by Stuart Townend
How deep the Father's love for us
How vast beyond all measure
That He would give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One
Bring many sons to glory
Behold the Man upon a cross
My guilt upon His shoulders
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished
I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no powr's, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom.