I dont know how often you think about the Cross of Christ. But as I thought about it this week, about how it should have been me yet Christ was literally a substitute in my place I had to stop and truly consider that. The thing is, often we dont think what that actually means, or how deeply that should effect us and cause us to be overwhelmed with thankfulness.
Im not sure if I just think that Christ on the Cross was a painful death, but then forget all the sin behind it, all the weight. The wrath. The reason the Cross was needed.
So “the wages of sin is death,” the required payment was to have Gods full wrath poured out on the one guilty. God didnt simply see Christ step up and say “thats good enough” then put the punishment aside. No, He poured out His full wrath on Christ. It was this very wrath that drove Christ to His knees the night before His inhumane crucifixion, asking the Father for any other way. Jesus knew the weight of the wrath, He knew it wasnt just going to pass, or be put aside, but that He would have to endure the punishment meant for the worst sinner. Me.
Physically agonizing death that it was, yet the sorrow drove deeper into the heart of Christ then we will ever know. This pain, He diverted from us, onto Himself | Love of the purest kind – The only way to describe this substitute.
“In this love, not that we have loved God, but that He has loved us and gave His Son as a [wrath-absorbing] propitiation for our sins” 1 John 4:10
What depth of love do we understand the Cross to carry? It is This Love?