I confess the death, burial and resurrection of my Lord has become too familiar. Being gone for a few days this week caused my mind to stray. It was a great get away and had a refreshing time but it wasn't until last night and this morning that I sat down to really contemplate what Jesus did for me.
It should have been me that was condemned to die, it should have been me that was spit upon, it should have been me that was blindfolded, slapped and beat. And it should have been me they kept hitting and being spit upon.
But it was Jesus...he did it for me and he did it for all who call on the name of the Lord and surrender their life to. (Mark 14:21-16:8)
Words escape me for what Jesus went through for me...except
May Jesus who is Lord of my life never become too familiar.
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