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 atonement for my life,
My Abba
My Father
My God
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 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 by his truth
I must live my life for him and with him
I must die
for
him
with
him
