When you think of mercy, you think of a man/woman begging for mercy at the feet of a King, Judge or person of authority. But what if, instead, we think of mercy as already forgiven. Not something we need to beg for, but something that was given as a gift.
I can’t get the thought of the cross and the walk that Jesus took from my mind today. How His Blood, is on my hands. How it was for my sins He was beaten, beyond recognition. He took the pain, the shame and my sentence, because He loves me. How then, can I live any other way then entirely for Him? How dare I sqander that which He gave freely. Before the sentence could take place, before I could even stand before The Judge and be tried for that which I was guilty of, He showed MERCY! He jumped the line and said “NO” and took my punishment for me.
By His Stripes
But He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquities;
The chastisement for our peace was upon Him,
And by His stripes we are healed.
Isaiah 53:5
How can I live the same after knowing that He paid the price of death for me. Knowing that I am healed by His Stripes, I am set free because of what He did. How could I live the same after what He did for me? For us?
