Oh the Deep, Deep Love
I remember where I was when it happened. I was meditating on the words of my friends and Scripture from a study a few nights before:
We don’t really understand what sin is.
There is no one righteous.
Their throats are open graves.
We aren’t capable of following the law.
All have turned away.
The grace of God came crashing down on me like an avalanche as I realized the depth of my sin. It still breaks me down. I hope it always does.
It was then that words like this took new form in my life:
And you, who were dead in your trespasses and the uncircumcision of your flesh, God made alive together with him, having forgiven us all our trespasses, by canceling the record of debt that stood against us with its legal demands. This he set aside, nailing it to the cross. He disarmed the rulers and authorities and put them to open shame, by triumphing over them in him. Colossians 2:13-15
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
There are so many more, but this post would never end. It is a great gift of God to realize the depth of our sin, a gift we should pray never ceases. But there is a gift that is greater: If it weren’t for seeing the depth of my sin, I would have missed the depth of His love.