I’m sitting here in my office and Pandora Radio is on my computer. The song “True Love” by Phil Wickham was just playing. One line from that song keeps repeating in my head:
“The day that True Love died, the day that True Love died…”
I knew today was Good Friday, the day we remember Jesus and the sacrifice that He did for us. But this moment of echoing phrases of the day that our Love, our Savior, the One who chases after our hearts died, but not only was it death, it was death on MY account. I thought about how something so pure, so true, so beautiful died for me, something so unpure, sinful, and filthy. This death was done to make me pure, righteous, and holy again, so that I may have that chance (a chance I do not even deserve) to see that beautiful, pure, true Love that did that all for me.
I’ve been in this state of confusion, frustration, …. i don’t even know what to categorize it as. Many times I’ve turned from God. Many times I’ve repeated the same mistakes. Many times I’ve closed the door that He desperately keeps open for me. I ask myself how I could be such a fool and deliberately continue on with things that I do. I don’t know, is my answer.
The day that True Love died should be the day that my desires, my sin, my selfishness died too. His passion was to be with me. I want my passion to be with Him. I want my passion to not hurt Him anymore than I’ve already have. My passion is Christ.
