Cast The First Stone

Posted by izonprize

I often think how undeserving I am of the precious blood of Jesus. I think of the woman caught in adultery and how every person encircling her had a stone in his hand ready to condemn her...except Jesus: "Let him who is without sin cast the first stone", He said. They all dropped their weapon and walked away- beginning with the oldest to the youngest. The longer I live the more aware I am of how much Jesus paid on the cross for me:  More than i deserve.  The truth is, He died for me over 2000 years before I committed even one of
the sins credited to my account.  He wrote my name in the Lamb's Book of Life, before the foundation of the earth. He knew all I would ever do to offend God and how many times I would ask
Him to forgive me. He knew it all and yet still chose me.  And then, he chose to keep his nail-scarred hands along with his perfect, resurrected body, so He would remember what
he did for me, on the cross, on the very day I would ask him forgiveness, for the 490th time.  He would look at his hands and remember and say, "I have engraved you on the palms of my hands, how could I ever forget about you?"  And, "Though your mother and father might forsake you, I Will never forsake you". Why? Because my debt was
PAID in full and it was not dependent on my works or my good behaviour or my trying harder but based solely on God's Grace and the work Jesus did alone on that cross.  For I was dead in my trespasses and sins and it pleased Him to raise me up from the dead and put His life in me.  If I could be good enough to earn his forgiveness, then I could brag.  But in God's economy, only He gets to brag. For salvation is not by works, lest anyone should boast.  One day there will be many who will say, Lord, Lord, I did this and that
In your name! And He will say depart from Me for I NEVER knew you. Who did He never know?  The one who tried to make it to the Father based on their own good works and merit and not totally in the work of Christ alone.  Yes, I'm humbled at the scope and length and width and breath and depth of his love.  Nothing I have can compare with Him.

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