“This the power of the Cross-
Christ became sin for us…”
Three days I’ve tussled with those words–
Arms folded in the morning sun by french doors; watching sunrise through the ambulance windshield; on my feet, at the kitchen sink; on my back, late and early; in my seat at breakfast, in my seat in the office, in my seat in the car… On my knees.
And I don’t understand.
I don’t understand how that Jesus could suddenly be that which was completely opposed to His nature. How He could be so thoroughly, so ruthlessly… What? Transformed? No… yes.
I don’t understand, other than what the verse says…
“For He hath made Him to be sin for us,
Who knew no sin;
that we might be made the righteousness of God in Him.”
II Corinthians 5:21
That is to say, the Father made His Son to be sin for us, though (even while!) it was completely foreign to His beautiful heart,
that I might find freedom, which is totally foreign to mine.
I don’t understand.
But I hear this little question, ringing through the halls of my mind:
If Light was willing to be made dark to accomplish God’s purposes in freeing a race,
should not smiles be willing to be made tears?
should not fullness be willing to be made hunger?
should not rest be willing to be made sleeplessness?
Should not I be willing to be made anything?
Anything Providence desires?
Even if it is entirely contrary to my nature?
Even if it is a ruthless transformation…