” If you, O Lord, should mark iniquities, O Lord, who could stand?” Psalm 130:3
I know that I could not stand if He were to “mark my iniquities.” Today many times I have remembered this.
Yet when I remember, as a song I heard today says, that “sin has stained my every deed, My every word and thought,”
I also remember God’s answer to my problem: the blood of Jesus.
I remember that He so longed for me to be able to come into His presence that He planned, determined since the foundation of the world to sacrifice His one and only Son.
How can I not come? When He died so that I could? When the very moment that Jesus died, the Father ripped the veil in the temple from top to bottom.
He did not hesitate. I believe He longed for that moment since the moment we fell and intimate fellowship with Him was broken. This was a message of passionate love and longing…
To tear open that veil between us and the Holy of Holies, where only the high priest could enter and that only once a year…and say,”COME! COME! COME!
I give you direct access to myself with all of my heart. I died to give it to you.”
How can I resist such an invitation? What scruples can I have when He has paid so much to erase them and so eagerly invites me to come?
He poured all His wrath on Christ on the cross so that He could pour all His love out on me.
Such love, such amazing amazing love, not only constrains me to come but inspires in my heart a reverence…a fear.
Not a scared fear in the slightest, but a “What can I do in response to such a love but bow low and be in awe and give Him praise and thanks and humbly receive all that He has to give, because He paid so much just to give it.”
“But with you there is forgiveness, that you may be feared.”v. 4
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