When I think of Jesus’ face I can’t help but look down. Everything turns a little more somber. In his face I see joy, but there behind those eyes that hold the promise to all life there’s something more.
I did this for you.
I can’t look. There’s pain. There’s a silent knowing. All has been forgotten, but still known.
A sacrifice more than I can understand, more than I can bear. He stands victorious. I stand redeemed.
But still there is something…
I did this for you.
I know the words. I know what the Bible says, but looking into that face it’s almost more than I can bear. The King of Glory came down. He came as a poor man. He came as a lamb. He came as the blood, the sacrifice. He was the propitiation.
He hung bare for all to see with the punishment of my sin on his head and now…now he looks at me with joy in his eyes. Expectantly.
My humility has come and I cannot look into his face. I am humbled by my sin, by his grace. And his face–it’s still there. Still humble. Still glorious.
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wow…that was beautiful! thanks for sharing your heart.