It’s true. I wasn’t there when Jesus was in the garden, praying to His father, sweating blood, begging to let the cup pass from Him if at all possible, nevertheless, determined to follow His father’s will…..all for me.
I wasn’t there when Judas Iscariot, His FRIEND, betrayed Him for such a meager amount. Or when the soldiers showed up to drag Him away. I wasn’t there when He allowed them to drag Him away…..all for me.
I wasn’t there when they forced Him to carry the cross He was about to be hanged on, when they beat Him beyond recognition, and He let them……all for me.
I wasn’t there when He made it to Golgotha, hanging between two thieves, crying out, “Father, forgive them for they know not what they do!” I wasn’t there when He had to ask God, “Father, why has Thou forsaken me?”…..because of me.
I wasn’t there to see His blood spill out or when He gave up His spirit…..because of me.
No, I wasn’t there some 2,000 years ago, at the crucifixion of the one and only son of God……but there’s one thing I know…..it was done all for me. My sin and shame put Him on that cross and held Him there. He could have called 10,000 angels, but he didn’t…..because of me.
But you know what? It wasn’t just for me. It was for you, too. And you. It was for Whosoever. “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.”- John 3:16.
God willingly gave His only son and His only son willingly gave His life…..for us! Don’t you think it’s a slap in the face to Him if we don’t acknowledge what was done for us? Shouldn’t we be living for Him since He died for us? Instead, many of us turn our back on Him. It’s time we start remembering the greatest sacrifice, living the lives of slaves set free because of that sacrifice, sharing the gospel of that sacrifice with the lost and dying world. And NOT just on Easter Sunday. Why? Because He didn’t just die. Death and the grave wasn’t strong enough to hold Him. He LIVES again…..all for us.
I Believe He Died For Me
By Charles Johnson
I never saw the cross he carried up to Calvary hill
I never saw the precious blood that my savior spilled
I never heard the mob that cried
Oh let him be crucified
No, I never saw it, but I believe for me he died
And every step He took to Calvary
(Oh thank You, Lord)
and every drop of blood He shed
He shed for me me
There’s a lot of things I can not see oh no
but I believe when Jesus died He died for me
I never saw the many burdens that my savior bore
I never saw the crown of thorns that my Jesus wore
I never saw that lonely hill where He was crucified
No, I never saw it but I believe for me He died
I never saw the rusty nails that they drove through His hands and His feet
and you see I wasn’t there to hear Him say to his father
Why have thou forsaken me
I never saw the Roman soldiers when they pierced Him in His side
When he hung His head in the locks of His shoulders
I believe for me He died for me