Good Friday is always a difficult day for me, facing the sacrifice that Jesus made for us–for me–and wishing there’d been another way. Recently at Hearing the Heartbeat, Carolyn Watts looked at it a little differently and discovered:
As much as I want to be able to bear my own blame, it would destroy me. If I want to be His, I must let Him kneel at the scourging post, hands tied above His head, let Him take every last stroke of that fiercely studded whip that should have been mine, and continue, body already broken, down the road to the cross, that final doorway into the heart of enemy territory. If I want to be His, I must receive the gift of Himself.
Read Carolyn’s entire post at The Words You Never Dreamed He’d Say, and let it bless you today.