My heart cries out, not in pain, but in reverence to my Savior, the one who overcame so I might overcome. He handed over His deity for mortality, His crown for thorns, His royal garments for swaddling clothes and His palace for a manger. He handed over everything He had known since the beginning of time in order to come to a world He did not know to live a life He could not fully understand to sacrifice Himself for people who would not want Him.
Over 2,000 years ago, my Jesus walked willingly into this world, although He knew to walk meant to die. He came here, for me and for you, even with the complete understanding that one day He would be betrayed, beat, whipped, nailed and hung upon a cross before those He once considered friends, brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers. Continue reading “Choose Jesus”