Looking At The Cross

I knew, as my friend explained the good news that Jesus died to take the punishment for my sins, that I owed Him my life. She didn’t tell me how great my  debt was; she didn’t need to tell me.

As I saw the pardon Jesus extended to me by dying as my substitute, I could see both His love and my inability to merit His favor. I also saw that I couldn’t do anything to impress Him, yet He wanted every part of me for His own. Surveying His cross 44 years later still humbles me…and still claims every part of me.

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