I recently listened to a man singing along with a patriotic country song. Knowing firsthand some of the character and attributes of this person, my first thought was, “you don’t deserve the sacrifice they gave.”
Not very Christ-like was I.
It got me thinking.
Who has the gall to say that they deserve to have someone else sacrifice their life for them? Can the president of a country truthfully say that the lowest scum should die in his place? Can a movie star say that of a prostitute? Can a CEO say that of a drug addict?
No. Though some might, no one ever should.
And who would have the audacity to say to a mother, “your son died for me but I don’t like it. I want your other son to die for me.”
Don’t we just accept that we don’t deserve to have a soldier die for our freedom? Don’t we intuitively know that what they’ve done can never be repaid, should never be taken for granted?
Then I hear the argument about a loving God making it so difficult to come into His kingdom. “Why can’t there be multiple paths to God?”
The gall! The audacity!
We don’t deserve what He did. I don’t.
I certainly don’t want to ask Him for some greater sacrifice, some greater display of His love for me.
There isn’t one, by the way. And I don’t want to stand in front of Him one day with the temerity to say He should have done better.
Hell will be justified.