Tuesday, September 10, 2013
This morning I'm thinking about the Cross, and how it's the ultimate picture of God's love for me. For us. I've been really wrestling with something lately, and I've been doing it on my own. It took until this morning to realize that Calvary means I don't have to. No, that's not even strong enough. Calvary means Christ did all the wrestling and what I do is stand before Him, admit my need, lay down my burden and know that He takes it. He already died for it. So He actually took my burdens 2000 years before I knew I'd need Him to...though He's always working in the present on my behalf as well.
The enemy wants all of us to forget that Christ took care of our junk, that we aren't slaves to sin, that we aren't in bondage and don't have to try to figure our way out like modern-day Houdini s. We're saved. WE'RE SAVED. And we're constantly being saved--from the one who'd really like to get his dirty little claws into us.
But he can't have us...
"No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us." 1 Cor. 8: 37