I did something that made me despise myself yesterday. I passed up an overwhelmingly obvious opportunity to show love to a stranger. And after the moment had passed, I felt sick about it. I felt like such a hideous, selfish person. It's still bothering me today. I wish I could press rewind and do things differently. But since that isn't possible, I have vowed to never let an opportunity like that pass me by again. How can I dream of showing love to those on the other side of the world when I don't even stop to help the person right in front of me? I can be a despicable creature sometimes.
But thankfully this is Easter weekend, and I am reminded of the incredible forgiveness that has been offered to me. I love the songs that we've been singing at church around this time, and I've been writing down the phrases that stick out to me.
At the cross I bow my knee, where your blood was shed for me - there's no greater love than this. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eOY0mjjmx8Y
Crucified to set me free, now I live to bring him praise. All my delight is in you, Lord, all of my hope, all of my strength.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f1k8yIwS5nI
The enemy has been defeated, and death couldn't hold you down, gonna lift our voice in victory, gonna make our praises loud.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r9rGuEOB6Y8
Henry Blackaby said, "No matter how ugly our sin, Christ's sacrifice is always greater." Mocked. Betrayed. Beaten. Crucified. For love. For me. For the words I failed to say. For the times I refused to act. For the grudges. For the times I didn't listen. For the times I didn't let go.
There's no greater love than this.
