Just a string of sad days here in the middle of Iowa and “whoa-o-oa” is about all I want to sing. It’s just not getting better – the circumstances, I mean.
The bad news just keeps coming and it feels like death. It feels like thick, heavy, black death.
So, how is it that my soul can again feel light and breathe freedom? Honestly, today I wondered. I was clinging to God’s promises through tears… but still clinging.
There was once a death that killed death. The death that my sin deserved was nailed to the only One undeserving of wrath so that the debt could be paid and I could be free. God sent Jesus to feel the full weight of His wrath and to embrace the full victory of His glory.
Christ stepped into the place of wrath where we should have stood so that we can step into the place of light where He now stands.
God sent Jesus, who buried death in His grave.