How deep!

Those of you who read this blog might be surprised by what I'm about to declare:  I plan on making this the shortest entry I've made to date!  Quite a claim from somebody who makes his average post about as long as a typical essay (and sometimes short story).

Anyhow, when I awoke this Good Friday morning, on one of the three most important Christian days of remembrance (what I consider to be #2), I like many followers of Christ had many thoughts about the profound act of Jesus voluntarily giving his life on that Roman cross over two-thousand years ago in order to save ours.

But my thoughts today about this, and what it means to me in particular, are best summed up by what somebody else has written, namely the lyrics of a song written by Stuart Townend.  May they speak to you as they did to me.  (For the record, when you get to the part about the scoffers, there are not many in history who were as vocal and venomous about hating God/Jesus as I once was.):

How Deep The Father's Love For Us

How deep the Father's love for us,
How vast beyond all measure
That He [God] should give His only Son [Jesus]
To make a wretch [any non-believer in Jesus] His treasure

How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One [Jesus],
Bring many sons to glory

Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers

It was my sin that helf Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished

I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection

Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom