This past weekend we celebrated the death and resurrection of our Lord. With each passing year, I find myself more overwhelmed with the act of love the Father performed on my behalf. He loved me so much, He gave His only Son to be the sacrifice for my sin. Christ, in His fleshly body, bore the pain that was to be mine. What greater act of love than to take someone's pain.
I find that is a common phrase people use when they don't know how to react to someone going through a painful situation, "If I could take your pain away, I would." Well, they may want to take some of the pain, but would any of us truly take someone else's pain on our own physical body? Yet Christ took the pain of many on His and it is by those stripes on His back that we are saved.
When I truly turn my attention to the cross, and the act of love Christ performed on my behalf, I'm overcome with love for Him. The more I focus on Him, the more I want to be like Him. My prayer is that the older I become, the more I desire to know Christ and the more like Him I become. I am definitely a work in progress, a clay pot being shaped and molded by the potter. But I desire nothing more than to have Him conforming me, and making me into a beautiful vessel to be used for His purposes.
