Jesus

So, recently at our core meeting for InterVarsity, we were challenged to write out who this guy called Jesus is in our own lives...Here is what I came up with:

"Who is Jesus?
- The sacrifice for my life
- The example for the way I should live
- My hope: I know that no matter what I do, I'll never be "good" enough to be with my Father in Heaven, but through Jesus' death on the cross, I can be there anyways...
- My definition: When I look at myself through Jesus' eyes, I know that I see who I was really created to be - not who the world says I am, not who I say I am, not who my friends or family say that I am...My worth and identity are entirely secure in Him...

He paid the price for my sin, and loves me still...He knows my sin, and loves me still...

My sin separated him from his Father, and yet, he loves me still...Greater love has NO ONE than this...

Astonishing, loving, faithful, forgiving, sacrificial, honest, gracious, patient, humble...All the things that I am not, He is...And He loves me still..."

Something about that last thought struck me really hard last night...MY sin separated him from his Father....And he loves me still....

When my dad had his accident, I spent years HATING the men that he worked with...How could they be so careless? Didn't they know how to do their jobs? What kindof reckless, heartless, shameless, stupid person would be careless enough to almost take my dad from me?!? Didn't they know that we needed him? Didn't they care that we would not have been able to go on if he wasn't there?

And yet, Jesus was willingly separated from his Father...for my sake? Because of me?

"What do I know of holy? What do I know of wounds that will heal my shame, and a God who gave life its name? What do I know of holy?"