I wasn't alive 2000 years ago. I didn't exist. Not on this earth anyway. But, He knew. He knew that I would be born on June 2, 1964. He knew the time. He knew the place. He knew the parents He would choose to conceive me. He knew everything about me and He loved me anyway. He loved me long before I ever knew or loved Him.
He was full aware of the sins I would commit. He knew the mistakes I would make. He even knew about the times I would turn my back on Him or forget Him altogether. He knew all of these things, yet He did it anyway.
He suffered a severe beating. He carried a cross. He allowed nails to be driven into His hands and feet. He wept for me. At the end, He asked His Father to "forgive them, for they know not what they do" and then He drew his last breath. It was finished.
Three days later, gloriously, He rose again. And one day soon, He will come back. And, I will be ready.
Yes, 2000 years ago, He died for me. He died for you. The gospel is simple, yet we are the ones who make it complicated. It's simply His amazing love. And I thank God for it.
Happy Easter.
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