Was Jesus thinking about me (v2)

Was Jesus Thinking About Me?

By Whitney Genevro for Resurrection Day (Easter Sunday)

I am set free.

I am forgiven.

I have grace.

I have a friend that loved me so much he died for me to have to opportunity of being set free. I now can be forgiven and given the chance at an eternity in paradise.

Even though I hadn’t even been born yet and wouldn’t be born for two thousand years before His life on earth, Jesus STILL thought enough about me to give what no one else has given to me. Jesus gave me a chance to live forever.

The world was overflowing with hopelessness and despair, sin prevailing in the lives of even the chosen, a forever of darkness was the people of the world’s eternal portion.

It was already established that there was no one, literally no body walking the entire earth that 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 filled with so much 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 got 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 anyone could be free from the punishment of sin. His death was my only hope. It was the only way.

Jesus didn’t sin; He did not sin at all. How is it that a man who had NEVER done any wrong would have to suffer such an agonizing punishment worthy of billions and billions of obscene sinners?

Love. Jesus could give up His paradise and come to a world that would one day hate, torment and disrespect Him because He loved His friends. He loved this friend.

As ugly as my attitude is, as unfaithful as I am to Him, as unappealing, damaged and reckless as I am to other people in this world, Jesus still saw something in me that He knew was worth Him being the truest and most impactful martyr to ever live not just in this world, but in this entire galaxy.

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?

As He was spat on and ridiculed while he carried His OWN cross uphill to the top of Golgotha leading to the place He would be hung, did He say, “I’m enduring this is for Paul and Cheryl and Charles?”

When the blood poured from His head from where they placed a crown of thorns that dug into his scalp and mocked Him for rightfully claiming to be the King of the Jews, did He think, “This pain is horrendous, but I have to endure this for Patricia and LaShauna and Marche.”

As His body laid on the cross and they took a nail and pounded and pounded and pounded ripping His flesh and binding His body to the wood did He consider, “Sucatti and Gary and Francisca needs a Savior. I can’t give up now! There is too much at stake!”

When they pierced His side right under His rib cage and blood and water came out of His body did He remember, “I have to do this to save St. Samuel!”

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. Jesus’ blood set us free. The world was set free from sin in a single moment.

And then, Jesus said it was finished. Jesus died.

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 all of eternity. He wanted to give us grace.

But death has no dominion over the Son of God. Three days after they dressed His lifeless body and placed it in a tomb, He got up with all power and authority!

There were people who didn’t believe in the power of Jesus, the person He was, or the power He had. Oh ye of little faith. The same man who calmed the waters, made the lame walk, blind see, and raised others from the dead clearly had to be capable of doing the same for Himself. Jesus proved Himself to all that doubted Him gave to those who became believers grace and forgiveness. He died for the unbelievers as well.

Psalms 16:10, God did not let His holy one rot in the grave.

And now, I will not merely rot in the grave either. Because of Jesus’ death and resurrection, I too will rise again and live in paradise with my Friend who’s shown me the greatest love ever, laying His life down for His friends.

My life was bought at the expense of another life being sacrificed, and I now will repay my debt with my own by serving God the Father the rest of my life.