The babe that would become our savior completes the cycle, and we remember it during our modern day Easter season. This is the season we recall He died for all of us, but would have died just for you if no one else lived. That’s a concept difficult for me to grasp: Me? He loves me that much?
He. Loves. You. He took on all our varied immoralities in that moment on the tree and became the sacrifice in restitution for those sins. It doesn’t matter what you’ve done—he’s paid the price for it.
Take a moment this weekend to focus, not on the eggs, the hunt, or the pretty finery; rather, let’s focus for a moment on the cross where our Savior died. So you can live.