the Savior

Knock.

The pain. It seared through his body with each blow.

Knock.

"Why have I been forsaken?"

Knock.

"I have been betrayed and am about to be shamed for all to see."

He has to carry the burden on the road to death. To Golgotha. All the people who came to see him, who laid their clothes on the road and used palm leaves to welcome him in, are the some people, who were now hissing. Jeering. Spitting on his pathway. What was his sin that he had to punished like two other thieves? Was it for loving and caring? Was it for sharing his wisdom with us? For performing miracles? For being the son of God?

---

We are here today, because He gave His life up for us. We are forgiven, because He took all our condemnations, all our sins, all our mistakes, and washed us away with His precious blood. We are clean. As white as snow. The account? Reseted. All the old pages torn out and new ones put in.

What have we done with His mercy and grace? What have we done with His forgiveness?

So many times, we feel that God's grace, Christ's death, cannot conquer our sins. That we are so sinful, Christ's blood cannot wash away our sins. Why do we trick ourselves, telling ourselves and one point, that our God, our Lord is the greatest, and yet His power of forgiveness is not enough to cleanse away our sins?

Cor 11:9 - ..."My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness"...

I feel so ashamed everytime I try to dilute the power of the cross. Everytime I think, God's forgiveness is not enough, I remember, the hammer hitting the nail into the flesh of Christ. Each knock reminds me: God has paid so much. So much. There's not a thing in this world, that can beat that. Nothing, can overcome the power of the cross.