We stand in a court where all are condemned. We stand before a judge who sees every motive, every flaw, every lie, every pretense. There is no jury of our peers, no technicality or loophole. We have no defense for we know as we enter, if we’re truthful with ourselves, that before a Holy, Righteous God, that we will never be good enough. Our best days, best thoughts, greatest triumphs are written on toilet paper when compared to Him.
But just before the gavel falls, we hear the simple words, “Father, this one is mine.”
It just stops me when I know this truth. I know I will write, but I sense my unworthiness, how very unfit I am, to attempt to express what this means.
“This one is mine.”
Hebrews talks about Jesus, “Who, for the JOY set before Him, endured the cross…” Not to go beyond scripture, but we should realize that He endured more than the cross. He left heaven, the throne room of His Father, to come to earth as a baby. He endured a life of hard work and discipline under the hand of a human father and mother, where kids could bully Him and tease, the indignity of colds, viruses, disease, and crushed fingers may have touched Him. But he endured. He had a goal, a prize to win.
And that prize was us. Me! You!
He considered us worth it and He still does.
We go through life wondering where He is in this mess, questioning what He will do to help us through our misery. We see the hurts of this world and the brokenness that pervades everything human and wonder how long He will allow it. But these are the wrong questions to ask.
He set us free, released us from a life of condemnation. The question should be how long are we going to allow the brokenness, the misery. How long will we wait before we realize that there is an answer to every need, a victory for every defeat.
He cried, “IT IS FINISHED!” And, for Him, it is.