You know, I’ve been a Christian my whole life. I’ve been a “renewed” Christian for a few years now. And with all of that there is a simple fact that has completely escaped me about Christ. I know he gave his life for me. We all know that. And to me, that always meant the actual act of dying on the cross. That’s a life-changing fact right there. But it’s missing something.
He gave his WHOLE life for me. Him dying on the cross would not have meant as much if he was just some random guy with kids and a dog. He gave things up in order to be the Christ who’s death would matter. He gave up EVERYTHING. I started thinking about examples.
He never had a girlfriend. He never experienced that exciting glance across a room with someone he was interested in. He never walked holding the hand of the girl he loved.
I held my newborn nephew this weekend. It was awesome. He ate, and then fell asleep. And he was so peaceful. It made me remember holding my two girls when they were infants. It is an experience that can never be duplicated. It is an experience that Christ never had. I can picture him in a room with moms holding their kids and thinking it would be nice. But knowing it would never happen.
I see him watching a husband and wife give each other a hard time in that playful way that married couples do when they are playing around. He never experienced that. And he knew every day that he never would, never could. He never walked through the door of his own home and put the world behind him and just hung out with his kids and forgot the stress of the day. He never had a home. He never laid his head on a pillow and listened to his wife tell him what the kids did that day, what her plans were for tomorrow. He never heard the cry of his daughter from the other room and decided to let his wife sleep through it, and rocked his baby girl back to sleep in her dad’s strong arms and watched her eyes slowly fall shut. He never looked on that face, that pure innocent face, while she slept as though nothing was wrong in the world.
The sacrifices that Christ made while being beaten to within and inch of his life, and then hanging on the cross while life actually left him, are mind boggling. Literally beyond comprehension. But it is suddenly weighing on me the daily sacrifices that he made as a child, as a teenager, a 20-something. Every single day of his 33 years was a sacrifice. He was a man. These were things he most certainly thought about. It’s not like he wandered around in a stupor completely unaware that these amazing experiences were out there. He knew. And he felt the pain of missing out on them. Every day.
I complain when I go a few days without seeing my kids. It’s a huge sacrifice. I didn’t hug my wife on the way out the door the other day and it bugged me all day. These are tiny snapshots in time compared to 33 years of total sacrifice. Sacrifice of the very amazing day to day things that make living our lives amazing.
There is no major conclusion here I suppose. There is no “here is what you should do with this” type of ending to this post. But it was on my mind, and I wanted to share it with all of you.
God bless each of you.