The older I get the more I am awed by the old, old, story that Jesus died for me. Maybe it's because I've lived so long with me, that I find it beyond my finite comprehension that God's sovereign grace and mercy sought out me. The question in that song title always resonates as I hear of His love for this old man: Who can answer that question--How can it be? I can never hear the story enough. I can never meditate enough on His wonderful redemption for sinners--especially this one. The eternal, holy, righteous, just God provided the way for me to become His child for all eternity. And His motivation was He looked at me and loved me. Amazing love!!! Show me the believer of any age that gets tired of hearing about Jesus, and I'll show you a believer whose pride has suppressed His humility, and whose commitment to discipleship is spiritually waning. For me He died--willingly; for the joy that was set before Him--my salvation from self and sin--He endured the cross. For me!
How can it be?
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