This is His body, which was broken for you…
As I tore the bread from the loaf at today’s Good Friday service, these words – broken for YOU – took on new meaning. On this day so many years ago, Good Friday, His body was broken for me. Because I was broken.
We all enter this world broken. But because of Christ’s great sacrifice, we don’t have to stay broken.
He was broken, so we could become WHOLE.
In exchange for death, He gives us life. (Ephesians 2:4-5)
In exchange for our nothingness, He gives us abundance and fullness. (John 10:10)
In exchange for our hearts of stone, He gives us hearts of flesh. (Ezekiel 36:26)
In exchange for our sin and shame, He gives us hope and healing. (Isaiah 53:5)
Thank you, Jesus, for bearing my sins on that old rugged cross. I stand before you with nothing, empty hands raised to heaven in praise, and I offer you my heart.
Your body was broken for me, and for all who would someday become your children.
In your brokenness, we have found blessing.
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