Mark 15b

When I read the account of the crucifixion in any of the gospels, it is too easy for me to sweep by this oft read passage. My mind can grow cold to the amazing grace that is revealed there. One thing that helps me slow down is music. There are so many songs and hymns that bring the truth so tenderly:

My hope is in the Lord
Who gave Himself for me,
And paid the price of all my sin at Calvary

And then an old one, maybe not a hymn, but an old gospel song:

Sin and despair, like the sea waves cold,
Threaten the soul with infinite loss;
Grace that is greater, yes, grace untold,
Points to the refuge, the mighty cross.

In such desperate need, you came to me at my lowest. Washing clean, saving from sin, adoption as your son. Such unmerited favor, unearned blessing, unqualified acceptance, charity. There is nothing that I did, or will ever do that would attract your love or favor. But you loved me anyway. Thank you father.