His death was so gruesome and vicious.
He died his death to free me of my sins.

Was all of that necessary?
Am I that awful that it took a horrific death as his to save me?
Did he have to suffer as much as he did?

It was necessary.
I am that awful.
He suffered so I don't have to.

His death was and is the perfect sacrifice.

 

His death was and is the perfect atonement for my life,

so that I may live.

 

My Abba
My Father
My God

came down from heaven and lived as a man
And died a death I can’t even fathom
 

Can you imagine
The pain?
The suffering?
The shame?
The hurt?

 

To continue to sit here in this comfortable house,
with this
comfortable lifestyle,

is the most   selfish   thing I am doing with my life.

I can’t do this anymore.
I have to go and live as Jesus lived.
I have to go from place to place and spread his love and compassion onto others.
I have to teach people who don’t know him and what he did for us.
I have to share his truth.

 

I have to leave my comforts at home
and live my life for and with Christ.

I have to live uncomfortably so that I may find my comfort in Christ alone.

“I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life. No one comes to the Father except through me." John 14:6

He is
my way
my truth
my life

I must live my life his way
I must live my life by his truth
I must live my life for him and with him

And

I must die

for

him

with

him