Broken. Such a profound word, with so many different meanings. A broken foot. A broken heart. he was bruised and broken for our transgressions. On Good Friday, I want to hang out a while on this last idea – bruised and broken for our transgressions.
Twenty years into my faith walk with Jesus, and I still tear up every single time I think about Good Friday. Whether or not it’s Easter time. His love just amazes me.
I know me better than anyone else. I am not so sure I’d die for me. I have my good days for sure. But OH BOY — those bad days are brutal. And that’s after 20 years of being cleansed by my God and walking in community with loving faithful followers who have kindly told me how to clean up my life.
And yet, He loved.
And yet, He left His abode in heaven.
And yet, He became a baby, dependent upon His momma’s milk to live.
And yet, He endured being called crazy by His own family.
And yet, He sat quietly as He was spit upon.
Crowned with thorns.
Mocked by thieves and kings and soldiers.
Why? Because of love.
Because He saw something in me worth saving. He saw something in all of us worth saving.
Jesus, thank you for saving me.
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