the judge

If you had to a list of all the sins I've ever committed in my life, I would be on my knees, sobbing in realization of how unworthy I am of anything. Imagine it -- a judge reading aloud all the accounts of sin in your life, with specific times, and the exact names of who was involved, and exactly what you did, down to your very thoughts and intentions. It would take months just to read every sin.

"Richard Chang. October 14, 2006, Hillsborough, New Jersey at Hillsborough Middle School, 9:30am. Committed the sin of  ______ to Jason Fxxx with clear intention of harm. Here is the transcript of their interaction, with their thoughts included."

Yet God has exactly this, and is able to see it so clearly, every last detail, in his mind. And because of what Christ did on the cross, he says, "clean." As long as we have faith like the woman in the crowd, to simply touch Jesus, then instantly, our list is cleared, and God, as an impartial judge, suddenly changes the verdict from eternally condemned to heirs of the kingdom.

Like...what? I just don't understand how that is possible. Yet it is true, and my sins are washed away.

Three months ago, I prayed that God would make me see my sin clearer. Perhaps the past few days, I've gotten that prayer answered clearly, to see how sinful I really am, and how badly I need Christ. I hope this lesson will stay with me, so that when I rise, it will be on Christ's wings and not by my own pride and actions because then I will come crashing down again.

I can't make that list clean, nor can I stop adding to that list. Yet I am free, because Christ sacrifice paid my sin once and for all.