Reposting – because there is nothing more to say, no words to express the depth of my gratitude.

The Grace-Filled Life


I think of You, hanging on that Cross, Your life soaking into the rough-hewn wood. The crowd presses in close, cheering as blood drips red. The blood that bought freedom for all of mankind is absorbed into the dust like it’s nothing.

I always used to think that they were such horrible people—the soldiers and the crowds that jeered.

And yet…

You went willingly to the Cross because I need a Savior.

That means…

(it hurts to choke this out)

…it is my sin that cries out, “Crucify Him!”

I’ll never understand the freedom of the Cross until I understand the part that I had to play. Because it wasn’t just an event that happened two thousand years ago. It wasn’t just a bunch of horrible people who did a really bad thing.

It was You and it was me.

Every drop of blood that soaked into the ground…

View original post 132 more words


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s