You were ransomed from the futile ways of your forefathers, not with perishable things such as silver or gold, but with the blood of Christ, a lamb without blemish. I Peter 1:18-19
Suppose your child was out playing in the back yard, a place that has always been safe, a neighborhood protected by crime watch. When your back was turned, your child was snatched. Hours of anguish passed. The police and FBI were called and they set up your home with every kind of technology available, assuming that the kidnapper would contact you. A day passes. There is a phone call with a demand for ransom. You expect to see a settlement of a dollar amount but instead there is a message that calls for the life of your other child, if the kidnapped child is to live. How willing would you be to hand over another life of one you love? It would be excruciating to weigh the options.
After Adam and Eve sinned, God’s heart was broken. He looked upon His precious creation and saw them in the enemy’s clutches. They were in bondage. Their cries could be heard across the great span that separated them from His presence. Cries for love, for justice, for mercy, for a new day. The ransom required was the ‘giving of God’s only Son.’ No dollar amount would win their freedom. Only innocent blood. The miracle is, He gave what was most precious to Him – for us!
As I enjoy God’s tender mercies this morning, I am closing my eyes for a moment to remember at what great cost we have been bought and redeemed. When Jesus died, God looked upon Him as He bled and saw our faces. Through the great pain of watching His Son suffer, He saw us limping home. He was writing our adoption papers with red ink. Whatever He gives today, whether health, blessing, grace, companionship or radical forgiveness, each was bought with a price no ONE of us would be willing to pay if the tables were turned.
Oh, how great a love You show to me. Wake me up and don’t let me take it for granted. My salvation trembles in my spirit. Amen