Who would you die for? Step in front of a bullet? Take their place in a car crash? Trade places with, so they wouldn’t have to suffer?
My husband would be first on my list; along with my children, family, and best friends. Dying for one of these people would not be surprising to anyone. On the other hand, it would be heroic to die for someone I didn’t know, but what would be shocking would be – if I died for someone that hated me.
This happened to me. A true story. I hated God and rather than letting me be gruesomely killed, like I deserved; He rescued me. The greatest expression, picture, and demonstration of love, is that Jesus died on a cross for people who called him an enemy
All I can do is believe that the greatest picture of love, a man dying on the cross, is real. That it shows love beyond compare, because who else would die for me?
The pictures that we look at are moments in time that we want to remember. They really happened. Although, I wasn’t there when Jesus hung on the cross, I’m believing that picture of perfect love is real and true. And that I desperately need it.
That real skin was pierced, that real blood was shed, and I should have been the person in that demonstration of absolute wrath. Instead, I am the person who gets to experience absolute love.
When you see a picture, even if you weren’t there, someone tells you what happened and you believe them. You believe that something memorable happened to look at. I’m telling you there is nothing more memorable, remarkable, and real than God’s great love displayed on the cross. You can just believe that you aren’t the best person, won’t ever be, and that someone else lived that life for you.