Was Jesus thinking about me? (v1)

Somedays, I pretend that we live in a world that had no hate, anger, selfishness or violence. I act as if we live in a paradisiacal land, overflowing with endless rivers of love that reaches everyone. And though this may not be true, the reason I have this liberty to so freely imagine a world of perfection is because of a sacrifice made by a perfect man several millenniums ago.

I wonder if Jesus was thinking about me when He told God to prepare Him a body to be the sacrifice for sin?

It was already established that there was no one, literally no body walking the entire earth was even remotely worthy or qualified to be the Savior of the entire world, and all of those to come.

It wasn’t even like the world was in a condition that they deserved Jesus’ kindness and love. The world was so filled with sin that sinners souls themselves seemed to be cloaked with filth and even in pointless efforts to atone for their sins with burnt offerings and animal sacrifices, they was still a residue of their sinful nature that only seemed to gather more filth and never really get clean. The blood shed from a perfect sacrifice was the only way the stain of sin could be removed.

Jesus dying was the only way I could be free from the punishment of sin. It was the only way.

I wonder if He thought about me as they whipped his raw back with glass, and metal and bones lash after lash after lash after lash?

He was forced to carry His own cross uphill KNOWING that was the very cross they planned to nail Him to for Him to die.

As they mocked and spit on Jesus, gave Him a crown of thorns.

Hecklers told Him if He was REALLY the son of God, to come down off of the cross. If they only believed in who He told them He was…

And THAT was the moment. The moment even two thousand years before I was even born that my life was changed forever. The most bittersweet, selfless, life changing, awe worthy moment to ever happen.

The sacrificial shedding of blood by the perfect sacrifice.

Eleutheroó. Set free from sin. The world was set free from sin in a single moment.

And then, Jesus died.

But that wasn’t the end of His story.

For me. Jesus suffered for me. For us. He died for us. Because He didn’t want our sins to be held against us for eternity.

I was bought with a price of abuse, humiliation, abandonment, ridicule, tears, agony, blood and love of Jesus.

Less I forget His love for me.