By: Danny Wallace
For every evil thought there is hopeful inspiration. For every thought of vindication there is the healing balm of pardon that rehabilitates, establishes and frees the transgressor from blame.
For every curse there is a far greater blessing. For every morsel of hate there is an unscaleable mountain of love. Revenge is triumphed by pardon, and authority with the heart and power to forgive overwhelms the need for justice.
Broken hearts can be healed – loneliness evaporates in the warmth of loving arms – and peace comes when the one who is right trades places with the one who is wrong. Every person sees clearer while standing in the shoes of another. The deepest blindness is found in the man who stands in the need to be right.
Who gives their coat to a man that has stolen their shirt? What person bows to wash the feet of a friend who is secretly their betrayer? Certainly not one of us. The Christ we shout about is nothing like the crowds who wave His name as principle for their religious agenda.
Goodness, and Greatness left perfection behind to wear our imperfect garment. Love and Trust entered this world from a womb of flesh just to show us that He loves and trusts us far more than we love and trust ourselves.
The baby grew, and the greatest man who will ever live emerged from the protection we afforded His flesh. He is our hopeful inspiration. He is the healing balm for the vindication we preach, prophecy, and seek.
Born of a virgin, Fathered by Heaven, and wrapped in the frailty of flesh that betrays us at every turn – Jesus enters our lives with healing for broken hearts, love for our loneliness, and forgiveness for all our sins. Standing in our shoes He sees far clearer than we ever will in this earthly garment.
Jesus gave us everything – His shirt, His coat – His life. He washed our feet, and washes them still. The feet of every person are clean by the tears of His sweet sacrifice. So great the sacrifice, and so clean our souls, that God requires no further sacrifice – asking us to never insult Him with our feeble attempt to match what is matchless. “Finished” requires no starting over.
We are nothing like our Christ. As much as we would like to think we are – we are not. The beauty of Grace is that we were never asked to try. We were simply asked to fly in the beautiful perfection that is Christ’s alone.