As I was reading the story of the Crucifixion today, I realized that part of the reason I felt like I didn’t have anything to say yesterday, was because that’s the only way I know to be when confronted with the truth of what happened that day.
The fact that God sent Jesus to die for my sins leaves me breathless.
How can I stand up in front of the Cross and even think to say something?
All I know to do, is to fall on my face and cry, “Father, please forgive me.”
I know that I am so unworthy of the price He had to pay.
Yet I find that He was more than willing to do it for me.
What can I, a filthy sinner, say that can add to the work that God has already done for us all?
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