I remember the exact moment Jesus called my name. I recall the pain and exhaustion of living a broken life. I searched in every man I met for fulfillment. I admit my failure time and again. During the intro between a perfect Son and I, I felt inadequate and disappointing.
The Bible spoke love, but I heard shame. I carried the secrets of my past as weights chained around my neck. Some days I was physically ill by the sinful nature I chose. Satan fought hard to imprison my soul. The concept that Jesus died for someone as wicked as me was foreign. The Son of God walked this earth, healed the hurting, lived blameless, and became the final sacrifice through His death on a cross? He chose to bear my shame and sin, and die for sinners? For me? It made no sense.
For years, I wrestled with this truth. When I sinned, I cringed believing, “I screwed up again; He can’t possibly love me now.”
But He did.
The Word of God is the final say. Our thoughts, no matter how twisted, must conform to the truth of redemption and salvation. If we never release the lies, then we never experience the freedom in truth. If we confess those sins, the Lord forgives us. Jesus died for a purpose, and that purpose is you.
Releasing the painful facts of our past opens the gateway to renewed life in Christ. Question this all you want, but it remains. Jesus died for the purification of your soul, an all cleansing of unrighteousness, and for love of all. His death is real, and his resurrection is real. Every part of His story is genuine.
Today, when I read scripture, all I hear is love. If Jesus could love me enough to die for my eternal life, then why would I choose to hold on to this worldly one?