Forgiven

 

Then Jesus stood up again and said to the woman, “Where are your accusers? Didn’t even one of them condemn you?”

 “No, Lord,” she said.

And Jesus said, “Neither do I.” John 8:10-11

 

Jesus, sometimes I am afraid. I am afraid to approach you. I am afraid if I come to you with all my guilt, with all my shame and with all my mess that you won’t accept me.

I afraid because they accuse me. They told me that I don’t deserve you. They told me I am not good enough.

I afraid because I come to you with my fault. Its all my fault.

It is my fault you got put on a cross. It is my fault they nailed you to it. It is my fault that Father asked you to do it.

I am so ashamed of that. I hate that.

…

He stretched out his hand.

I whispered, “Will you forgive me?”

Jesus stood up, looked around and said, “Where are they? Do any of them still condemn you?”

I said, “No. none of them, Lord.”

And Jesus said, “Neither do I condemn you.”

“You don’t?”

“No! I didn’t come to condemn you. I came to set you free. I forgive you.”

“But how can you forgive me? You know what I’ve done?”

He paused. “Do you remember when Keila disobeyed you tonight?”

“Yes, I asked her to get in the car and she crossed her arms and said she wouldn’t.”

“Yes. Did you disown her? Or how about just kick her out? She disobeyed you didn’t she?”

“Yes, but she is just a child.”

His gaze softened. He smiled at me, “And you are mine.”

 

Day 1 Women Welcomed

Day 2 I Am He