God loved us so much that he crushed his own son to save us. It was his will that his son Jesus was deformed, disfigured, crushed beyond recognition for us, so that we may be saved.
Each Easter the price paid at the cross seems to cut me deeper. As my relationships with my children deepens with time, I honestly can’t fathom one of my own children being crushed for anyone; let alone someone who has blantently declared themselves my enemy through their words, thoughts and deeds. As I contemplate the love of God shown through the cross, I am speechless.
For the love of Christ controls us, because we have concluded this: that one has died for all, therefore all have died; and he died for all, that those who live might no longer live for themselves but for him who for their sake died and was raised.
(2 Corinthians 5:14-15 ESV)
On this Good Friday, as I stand beneath the cross and look upon my Saviour, I am compelled to live my life to an audience of one.