Today, I am still thinking about “back-to-school.” Yesterday we purchased the “necessary supplies.” Today, my daughter will take Cassie for her “back-to-school” wardrobe, which I’m sure will fill several shopping bags. My own back to school wardrobe consisted of 3 dresses, 2 skirts (girls did not wear pants back then), 2 blouses, 2 pair of shoes,(one pair was for Sunday) 1 sweater and 1 coat. Education comes with a very high price these days, and the higher the education, the higher the price. In fact, everywhere we look we are confronted with the high cost of living whether it is school, housing, taxes, food and clothing, or the national debt itself! But then I am reminded of that which is FREE! That which costs me nothing, in fact that which no amount of money, silver or gold can buy. It is the greatest gift I have ever been, or will ever be given. It has pardoned and cleansed me from all my sin, guilt and shame, and has assured me of eternal life in Heaven. What a precious gift is this salvation of my soul! And although it is free to me, it cost my Heavenly Father a very high price; for He had to watch His only Son die on Calvary’s cross for the sins of the world. It cost Jesus, the Son, separation from the Father and Holy Spirit for the first time in all eternity, a torture He considered more excruciating than His physical suffering and death. Imagine that!!! Every sin ever committed in the human race, past, present AND future, bombarding His soul to the separation, for the first time in all eternity, from the Godhead, whose holiness prevented Them from looking upon sin! What a price to pay!
Today, when you think the Christian life is tough, and there are sacrifices, think of the alternative, and how much that costs you, now and forever. Click here to share your thoughts, including whether the godly life is harder or easier.
Oh Father, You paid much too high a price for me! I am not worth it! I am overwhelmed that You love me so much that You do not consider the price to high. I can never begin to thank You enough, or pay You back for what You have done for me. The old song says it so much better than I can:
Could we with ink the ocean fill, or were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill, or every man a scribe by trade,
To write the love of God above would drain the ocean dry,
Nor could the scroll contain the whole, though stretched from sky to sky.
O Love of God, How rich and pure, how measureless and strong,
It shall forever more endure the saints and angels song.
He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him: He was despised and we esteemed him not. But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him: and with his stripes we are healed.
Forasmuch as ye know that ye were not redeemed with corruptible things, as silver and gold, but with the precious blood of Christ, as a lamb without blemish and without spot.
1 Peter 1:18,19