“I,
even I, am he that blotteth out thy transgressions for mine own
sake, and will not remember thy sins.”
Isaiah 43:25 KJV
Wait,
isn't it for my sake, God? So that I can live without guilt? So that
I can live without fear? So that I can live with freedom and
enjoyment and hope? So that I can inherit earthly and heavenly
blessings? So that I am saved from damnation? Isn't this all for me?
No,
“for mine own sake.”
It's
as if I turned and looked the Lord in the eye, realizing he'd been
trying to catch it the whole time. And there was love. He'd done it
for Him. He'd taken my place, died the death I deserved, gone through
all that suffering because that is how badly He wanted a
relationship with me. That is how much He loved me. It was for Him.
The
gospel wasn't about me. It wasn't about guilt-tripping me into
accepting salvation. It wasn't about making me feel inferior and
small so I would accept the “only way out”. It started with a man
who loved me so much that He was killed so that He could have a
relationship with me.
I
feel as if I'm just beginning to understand - “we love Him because
He first loved us.”
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