Dear Lord, how do I thank You for the cross, for Your life given freely to pay my debt. To buy me back from the curse of sin, shame, and slavery. You took my sin, my place. You set me free. Words can never express my heart of thanks, of gratitude, as I have only a tiny glimpse of the cost. Your Word tells of beaten, ripped, and torn flesh that caused Your organs to spill out. You were unrecognizable. Hollywood and artists paint a sanitized version that could never show the ugly reality of what You suffered, what my sin cost You. You gave everything. You carried every sin, every pain, every burden, every crime committed, every injustice, and all of it that will ever be. It can never be fully grasped. Your perfect, pure Holy Father had to turn away from all that was laid on You. Unable for His holiness to see the horror of it. It's too much for my mind to conceive. The worst pain that You suffered was the utter loneliness that came over You as the Father turned away. Absolutely alone, You took it all and made a way for me. The only way back to the Father, and yet I continue to sin and return to old habits, forgetting the cost, the wages of sin, the most excruciating, degrading death, hung naked for all to mock. Thank You, Lord, for my freedom. Thank You, Lord, for the Resurrection, that now is ours through Your sacrifice. This gift to all who will come to You in repentance. New Life. No longer in fear, no longer in darkness, no longer hopeless. My worship of You and to You is all I have to give. My obedience to Your Word, by the help of Your Holy Spirit, is my only sacrifice, a living sacrifice, because of Your Grace.
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