Why?

Why did you do it?

I don’t deserve it.

You had a choice. You didn’t have to do it. But you did it anyway. Why?

You thought of me on your way to the cross. While you were mocked, beaten, and scorned, you knew of the lies that I would tell, the commandments that I would break, the sin that would so easily entangle me. And yet, you kept moving toward the cross. Why?

You saw it all. Everything that I would do. How I would betray you, turn from you, insult your name, hurt people I love and those I don’t even know.

You paid the debt that I owed and drank the cup that was mine to drink. Why?

You didn’t die for the righteous. You died for the sinner. You died for me. Why?

You tore the veil so that we could come close to God. You bestowed your righteousness upon us so that we can share in your glory. You share your inheritance with us? Why?

You defeated death, sin, and the devil when you rose on the third day so that we can also claim victory over these things, today. Why?

You ascended from earth to heaven so that one day, we can do the same. Why?

I will never fully comprehend the reason why you left your throne to meet us where we were; covered in sin and better off dead, but because of it I know that I am loved and that I get to love in return.

Thank you, Jesus.