Never Forget

On this day, more than two thousand years ago, a man died.

It wasn't just any mere mortal man. It was God's son incarnate. Jesus who became man.

He died for us for one reason: He loved us. He loved me. He loved you.

We didn't deserve it. I didn't deserve it. You didn't deserve it.

He didn't have to do it. But He did.

“You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous man, though for a good man someone might possibly dare to die. But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.”

Romans 5:6-8 (New International Version)

Everyday, I let Him down with my humanity. And everyday my humanity mocks what He did for me.

For that, I hate myself.

Two thousand-something years later, I don't want to ever forget what Jesus did for me.

I want to remember every lash, punch, kick, spit, stone, nail, thorn, sword, beating, insult and painful step He endured for me that day. (Matthew 27, Mark 15, Luke 23 and John 19.)

By remembering, I recommit. And I'm re-enveloped in His Love.

I have made the choice to never forget.