I was just reading over at Darla’s and came across this question in a comment there:
Why would Christ die for me?
It seems that a lot of Christians ask this question. We look at ourselves and think, I’m so not worth it. I’m just a mere worthless soul. I asked that question once, and the response floored me. Here I am, just me. I’m a sinner. I’ve done some pretty bad stuff. In some ways, I’m a murderer. How much worse can you get? Why would God send his only son to die for me?
The answer is in another question: Why not? What makes me so special, so different, so outstanding that I am somehow exempt from His divine mercy and grace? Am I too good for God? What makes me different from the thief on the cross next to Jesus? To him, Jesus said, “Today, you will be with me in paradise.” Am I so special, so different, so important that the grace and mercy of God isn’t enough for me? Who do I think I am?
I left that meeting feeling angry. I was annoyed at the man who said these things to me. I respected him. I looked up to him. I was hurt by his words. Over time I came to realize what he meant by them. Gradually I began to understand that his harshness towards me was a clear echo of Jesus…He was trying to reach me, trying to get me to let Him in and the only way He could do it was through some words that made me really think about the question I was asking.
Thanks, Ed, for giving me the nudge I needed and for being the voice of God that I needed to hear at that moment.