Even before our story began, He knew how it would end.
When He created the earth in perfect beauty,
He knew it would decay under sin’s curse.
When He created mankind from the dust of the ground,
He knew that creation would utterly reject his Creator.
When He breathed life into man’s body,
He knew man would use that breath to curse and deny His love.
When He promised an offspring who would bruise the tempter’s head,
He knew that offspring would be part of His very being, God Himself.
When He flooded the world because of man’s wickedness,
He knew mankind would survive to become even more wicked.
When He promised a son to Abraham, He set in motion a chain of events that would lead to His own perfect Son taking on the limitations of man. When He promised Abraham descendants innumerable, He knew that every one of those descendants would scorn His gift and crucify His Son.
He knew us, because He created us.
He knew our sin.
He knew our guilt-hardened hearts.
He knew our hatred of the Light;
He knew our rejection of the Truth.
Yet He created us anyway, and set us free to make our own choices. Gave us life, so we could reject Him. Brought us into the world, knowing we would worship the pleasures of this world, instead of seeking the pleasure of our Creator.
He loved us enough to give us free will –
and enough to redeem us back from it.
He loved us enough to sever His very being,
God estranged from God,
because He loved His rebellious creation.
Two thousand years ago, when we were condemned to eternity in hell, Jesus Christ hung on the cross in your place. He was despised for us, rejected by His creation, and we esteemed Him not.
We consider Him smitten by God — but He was pierced for our transgressions. We regard Him afflicted — but He was crushed for our iniquities.
He bore our griefs, carried our sorrows.
He was chastised, that we might have peace. He was wounded, that we might be healed.
He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth; like a lamb that is led to the slaughter, and like a sheep that before its shearers is silent, so he opened not his mouth. By oppression and judgment he was taken away.*
He gained your penalty, so you could gain His righteousness.
He bore agonizing separation from His Father,
descended to the grave,
descended into hell itself,
so you could be forgiven and be reconciled to God.
He carried the full weight of your sin,
so you could claim the fullness of His life.
And they made his grave with the wicked and with a rich man in his death, although he had done no violence, and there was no deceit in his mouth.*
Before He created the world, He knew what it would cost Him —
Yet He did it anyway.
He poured out his soul to death and was numbered with the transgressors; yet he bore the sin of many, and makes intercession for the transgressors.*
Greater love? or…
the greatest love!
Love so amazing, so divine, demands my life… my soul… my all!