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The Injustice of the Cross

The Injustice of the Cross

He does not deal with us according to our sins, nor repay us according to our iniquities
(Psalm 103:10)

I don't think we get what went down at the cross. I don't think we'll ever fully get it, but we have to understand a couple of things.

First, the sin of the world has weight. Imagine just what we're seeing through the small window of time we're currently living in. Terrorism, child abuse, rape, hunger. These are the big sins we see, but there's also the quiet rebellion of a billion souls against the God who lovingly made them, myself included. You are included, my fellow rebel. Something must be done about this sin, don't you agree? 

Second, it's been handled. While sin still parades through the streets–held high on our shoulders–it has been slain. And we did not pay the price. Jesus did. It wasn't fair to him, as he had absolutely no culpability in the sin of the world. None. He was spotless and perfect and that's why him laying his life down carried so much power. 

I once had a buddy tell me I had "Catholic guilt" when I explained my belief on the depravity of human beings. I'm not Catholic, and I'm not sure what he means, but I will say this: I don't feel guilty. Maybe it's foolish pride or hubris or I don't know what, but I do not walk around with guilt shackles on my hands and feet. Why? Because they way I see it there is no need of it. Because Jesus annihilated my moral and spiritual debts (of which there are many and will be many more), I do not need to carry on like a debtor. I am a freed man. The bail's been paid. 

The cross is perfect justice in that the right price was paid for the wrong. But it is injustice in that us, the offenders, get off scot-free. And that injustice should not breed guilt in us. I do not believe Jesus wishes that we'd be beholden to him because of what he's done, but rather that we'd understand his great act of love such that our hearts would leap when we think of him.

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