Wow, what a blessing it is to know Sarah. Sarah speaks in wisdom constantly, inspires me to be better in every aspect of life, is the most social person I know, and pushes everyone to care more. She's a mom in the best sense of the word. I see faith portrayed through her each and every day; how much more of a blessing it is to learn how she approaches it. I'm so happy that I get to learn from her and love her throughout college!
My favorite song of all time is How Deep the Father’s Love For Us. Stuart Townend tells the story of Christ on the cross, but more specifically about what it cost the Father to give His Son. The lyrics shatter any conception of self-importance, bringing me immediately into a posture of humility. The words are simple and true, which is why they resonate so powerfully with the inmost part of my being. Therefore, it only seems fair to share these words with you.
How deep the Father's love for us
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure
A wretch is a person of despicable character - a deplorably unfortunate person. A treasure is the thing a person values most, and this thing is regarded as precious. Obviously, wretch and treasure are polar opposites. A person would never look at a rotten apple and call that his treasure, but that is exactly what the Father does. Jesus took on my despicable, deplorable, unfortunate qualities at Calvary so that the Father can look at me and say, “This is my daughter, my treasure, whom I love.”
How great the pain of searing loss
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory
The Father, Son and Holy Spirit dwelled in perfect, eternal unison with one another - until man entered the picture. Attempting to understand the Trinity as separate but equal beings is a nearly impossible task, but the closest comparison I can draw is the example of conjoined twins. From the first moment they gasp in air, they are in the presence of one another, and although each is his own being with his own soul, they are together from the time of birth to the time of death. Think about how terribly painful it would be to separate this union. Then, consider the pain the Father felt when he turned his face away from his Son for the first time in eternity. He did this in order to bring me, his wretched treasure, into glory. How unfathomable.
Behold the man upon a cross
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
Often I approach the Father so filled with shame that I refuse to lift my face to His, forgetting that if I only lifted my eyes, I would see floods of grace. One of the devil’s greatest tools is shame, and he uses it deceitfully to make me feel inadequate, unworthy, and unloved. However, in taking my sin upon his shoulders, Jesus conquered my shame, so that I can confidentially lift my eyes to the Father, knowing full well that I am blameless, righteous, and holy before Him.
I know that it is finished.
This verse deserves a line of its own. People’s final words always seem to be the ones remembered and held onto most dearly, so it is no wonder this is such a well-known and powerful phrase. After Jesus uttered these words, he bowed his head and gave up his Spirit. IT IS FINSIHED. The innate freedom of those words is incomparable. I am no longer a slave to sin, death and fear because Jesus conquered all.
I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection
How silly is it to think that I can accomplish anything of worth on my own? I came from dust, and to dust I will return. As Solomon would say, everything is a chasing after the wind. I am utterly insignificant on my own, but because I am a daughter of the true King, I am of eternal worth. Therefore, the only logical thing I have to boast about is the power of Jesus in me. For goodness sake, He’s the One who fills my lungs with air everyday, so the least I can do is use the mouth he designed specifically for me to praise Him.
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom.
Every time I sing these words, my heart constricts so tightly that breathing seems impossible. WHY. Why do I deserve his sacrifice? Jesus carried the cross I should bear, paid the price I owe, and suffered the death I fully deserve. The beauty of His sacrifice is that it is so underserved, but was done out of perfect love.
Since Jesus no longer walks the Earth as a man, I have to have faith in what I cannot see. There are so many things about God that I do not understand, partly because I am human, but mostly because he is GOD. He is not meant to be understood by the beings he created. However, the one thing I do know, with all my heart, is that He paid my ransom.
Because of this:
I can rejoice in the good and the bad.
I have no fear in life or in death.
I am free.
I am loved.
I am forgiven.
I am a child of God.
Faith is trusting Jesus when he says, “It is finished.”