The Rock of Refuge
“He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree that we might die to sin and live to righteousness. By his wounds I am healed.” 1 Peter 2:24
On him. In him. My sin crushed Jesus Christ. Not hidden away in some deserted area. No. Publicly. All could see. All could mock him. The depth of God’s love for us held Jesus there.
He died. I live.
He suffered. I go free.
He was wounded. I am healed.
We sin and sin again. Yet God is still holding open the gate to heaven, held open by Jesus Christ—the Rock of my salvation.
“I love you, oh LORD, my strength. The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my rock in whom I take refuge; my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.” Psalm 18:1-2
by Eve Montano