Sacrifice

Last Friday, my son got sick. We were eating lunch when my husband began telling me how he wouldn't get up that morning. He just lay in my arms limp. We didn't know what was happening, and I felt panic rising up in me as we rushed him to the doctor. It was Good Friday. As we sat in the waiting room I started thinking of the worst-case scenarios and losing my son. My panic rose even more. 

Then a statement hit me from out of nowhere. Jesus died on that very day some 2000 years ago. God had lost his son. No, God had given up his son ... for us. As I thought of losing my son, I couldn't even fathom giving him up. God sacrificed his most prized possession so that we might live forever. As much as I try to live my life right, there is no amount of people that I would give my son's life for. But God did. 

The Bible even tells us that God turned his back while Jesus was on the cross. I could never leave my son in a moment when he needed me. That is how awesome God is: He did whatever it took to ensure our chance at eternal life.

God, thank you for giving up so much for us, and thank you, Jesus, for sacrificing yourself willingly for our benefit. You bore our shame and sin out of love. My heart is full of sadness and shame that I had a part in your death, because I'm a sinner. Thank you for giving me such a perfect example in Jesus to live my life by. Lord, help me live my life right, so Jesus' death was not in vain. Give me a chance to tell your story to others who may not know what you have done for them. I love you. Amen.