I can’t shake this thought, even though it’s really hard for me to dwell on right now: Jesus hung on that cross to take more than my own sins. He also hung there to carry the sins of others that hurt me deeply. And in that same instant, He hung there to carry the pain and sorrow I feel because of those sins against me.
In the very same moment, He held both. Wept for both. Bore the eternal burden of both.
So that both of us could be free.
[Originally posted on this day last year, when the bottom had just fallen out of my world.]