I have been at sixes and sevens about what to write about. I have looked at notes, I have started a paragraph, I have deleted that paragraph, I have walked around, I watched YouTube, I have listened to a podcast, I have discovered a new Christian singer, I have dillied, I have dallied, and I know it is because I am thinking about sin, and I don’t want to write, think, or talk about sin. Also, that may be the longest sentence I have ever written.
Yet, here we go. We all know people who have done things in life and gotten away scott free! How do they do it? Break the law, sure. Ruin everything around them, no problem. Sin, sin big, and suffer no consequences, you betcha. It makes me shake my head. How can that be?
David, a man after God’s own heart. He loves God, but he sins with Bathsheba. Does he pay? No. The baby does, Bathsheba does, Uriah does. Everyone around him suffers, dies, has no skin in the game, and David, scott free.
But, is he? He watches the people he loves, his own child, the woman he loves, the men who serve under him suffer and die. I have seen the people I love suffer and I would rather take it on myself than have that happen. It is harder sometimes to witness someone else pay the price, no, I think it is harder every time to witness someone else pay the price.
Maybe this is why we try to clean up the cross and what happened there. We try to keep it neat and tidy and make it about a holy moment and not Jesus’ actual physical suffering. It is to hard to witness. I would rather pay the price for my sin than acknowledge that Jesus had to do it for me.
We are sinners who fall short of the glory of God. We thank Jesus Christ for becoming sin for us so that we may be forgiven. As we honor that, who do we, who do I, need to go to and apologize to for paying the price for my sin?