I recently watched a movie on Netflix called Pressure. I do not recommend it (I gave it 2 out of 5 stars), but this is not a movie review. To avoid a SPOILER ALERT jump down below the break. The point is that three guys died underwater to save one young man’s life. I put myself in that kid’s shoes. He has to live with that every day for the rest of his life. How does he feel? What does he do with the rest of his life? I would hate that feeling. That sucks to think that someone gave their life for me. I would do all that I could to honor their lives and try to live a life worthy of their sacrifice.
For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not perish but have everlasting life. John 3:16.
It is the same with Jesus. He came and suffered and died for me. (and you too!) How does that make me feel? It is a horrible feeling. I wish I could die for Him instead. What do I do with the rest of my life? I do all that I can to honor his life and try to live a life worthy of His sacrifice. I know He has the power over sin and death he rose again on the third day, but that makes it all the more gut-wrenching. He did not need to do that for me yet he loved me enough to do it anyway. It’s overwhelming when you really think about it. A lot of people may say that they would do anything for you or that they would die for you but he actually did. So what are you going to do with that? Am I the only one who struggles to accept something you don’t deserve?