Colossians 2:14
by Certain Truth Ministry ~ April 2nd, 2010"When you were dead in you transgressions and the uncircumcision of your flesh, He made you alive together with Him having forgiven us ALL our transgressions, having taken the certificate of debt consisting of decrees against us, which was hostile to us; and He has taken it out of the way, having nailed it to the cross." Colossians 2:14 NASB
It’s evening now, and we’ve just finished our Good Friday service here at the school. We spent some time worshipping God in song, I shared briefly, and we watched The Passion of the Christ. All relatively usual for Good Friday, but what really struck me tonight was the fact that we need to be living in light of the cross. Too often people go to church just to hear the same thing that they usually hear, get their spiritual high, and then they go on with their life the way that they want to, and I am certainly no exception, I used to be an ETC. Christian myself (Easter, Thanksgiving, Christmas). I got my spiritual high/duties out of the way and I was ready to live how I wanted to live the rest of the time, doing what I wanted to do and not giving it another thought. But tonight as we sang songs like "The Old Rugged Cross", "Sweetly Broken", and "What A Savior", I was struck by how the words we sing in worship are not just about the fact of the cross (which is the focal point to be sure) but also about living our lives in light of that fact…and i desperately want to do that with my life. And as I think about the work that is going on in Kenya with Pastor David and the children there, I know that God is granting me opportunities to do just that. When I support the work of a fellow missionary, God is giving me the opportunity to do just that. When I serve others without expectation of repayment, God is giving me the opportunity to do just that. The opportunities are everywhere, everyday, if we would only see them.
As i shared tonight, I read a short story written based upon the afore-mentioned verse. And as I put myself in the story, it made me think about how I would live in light of the sacrifice given at the end of it. I pray that as you read it, you will be challenged similarly. It goes like this:
"I stared, dumbfounded at the paper I held in my hand. I couldn’t believe it. Half of the things that were on there I didn’t even remember doing. What was on the paper? All my sins. And I mean ALL of them. The ones that I knew as I committed them that I was sinning against God, and the ones that I didn’t really even think about when it happened. They were all added up, and at the bottom of the paper, I saw what was due, I saw what needed to be paid, and it wasn’t just an arm and a leg. No, it was all of me. It was my life. Because of my sins, I owed a lot. And I couldn’t pay it. There was no way I could pay my debt to God. I sat down on the ground, buried my face in my hands and began to weep, crying to myself because of what I had done and what was required of me now, which I couldn’t do.
Through my tears, I saw a sandaled foot come into view. I looked up and I saw Him. He didn’t say anything, but I knew who He was. His eyes pierced me to the core, and I knew that He was looking into my heart. I wanted to apologize for everything. I wanted to beg for forgiveness. I wanted to grovel at His feet. But I was unable. I just looked back at Him, tears streaming down my face and clutching the paper in my hand. My certificate of debt. He smiled a sad sort of half smile and held out His hand. I knew He wanted my paper, but I held it tighter, refusing to give it up. He continued to stand there for a long time, hand outstreched, eyes looking deep into my soul. I knew what He was offering, He wanted to pay my debt, but I couldn’t let Him do it. The cost was simply too high and I couldn’t let Him pay it for me, I was an unworthy sinner. And yet, there was something in His eyes, something in His smile, something in His countanence that said, "I want to pay it for you." Slowly, I reached up to hand Him my debt. He gently grasped it and took it out of my hand.
Turning around, He placed my certificate of debt on the cross behind Him. Picking up a hammer and three nails, He put one in the top corner of my debt and began to hammer it in. He grimaced as though in pain as He pounded in the first nail, then I saw the blood running down His arm from the wound in His hand. Finishing with the first, He placed the second nail in the other corner of my debt and began to hammer it in. A new wound appeared in His other hand as He did this, and yet, He did not cry out, but continued. Finally, He put the last nail in the bottom of the paper and pounded it in. I looked down and saw the blood now running down His feet. Being finished, He dropped the hammer and held out His hands so that I could see the wounds which marred His body. I continued to cry, though not for myself as I had before, but for Him, because I realized that what He had done. He paid the debt that I owed to God, with His life, His very own blood. I fell onto my knees and began to worship Him, thanking Him profusely without words. Again, He reached out His hand, with no sign of blood, but with fresh scars, this time, reaching out to me, asking me to join HIm. Taking His hand, I stood up, and looking again into my eyes, He said softly, "It is finished." And I knew it was. My debt had been paid with His life. The least I could do in return was give Him mine. And so I did." ~ACG
As you celebrate this Easter, I challenge you to live in light of Jesus’ death, burial, and resurrection. Give Him your life in return for Him giving His. Happy Easter.






