Some days I'd rather seek refuge under heavy covers or gorge myself sick rather than deal with my ugliness. When thoughtless, hate-filled words are spoken out of my mouth—hidden hardship festers within me. Where can I go? Where can I go to escape the inescapable? My sin sways me to run away.
But Jesus never ran away. Cloaks and palm branches were spread before him, the crowds shouted,
“'. . . Hosanna in the highest!"
(Matthew 21:9c, NIV).
I try and hide these shattered pieces of my life, the ones he gave me whole—entrusted me with. You'd never know because masquerading is easy, a life is pretty when it appears whole. But Jesus took the whole loaf of bread and broke it. He gave it to me and offered the cup. The King of Kings, body beaten, never hid from a life of suffering.
My tendencies turn into habits at times, in my life worn with sin. Though God's mercies abound, my soul immerses in guilt—arrogantly refusing freedom. But Jesus' dying breath said, “It is finished,” (John 19:30b). The curtain of the temple was torn in two. My Savior defeated all guilt in death and victoriously rose to reign.
Jesus said, “It is finished.”
No more hiding under covers, seeking poor places of refuge. No more gorging myself and bowing to sin. No more guilt that reeks of death.
Because it is finished.
“Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.”
Romans 8:1, NIV
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