Sacrifice (/ˈsakrɪfʌɪs/): an act of giving up something valued for the sake of something else regarded as more important or worthy.
As we were studying the topic of “love is sacrifice” this past week we realized that we don’t know much about it. And we certainly don’t do it in its primary sense, as in giving up something very precious for someone else.
But God did. Jesus did. He sacrificed everything for a people so unworthy, so hardhearted and stubborn. For me, even though he knew I will not choose to follow Him on my own, that I will sin and brake His heart. God died for me in the most brutal way possible. Think of God dying…very hard to imagine isn’t it?
Not many recognize Jesus’s sacrifice. And not many know what acknowledging it will do for their lives: “This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him. This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.” (1John 4:9-10).
1 John 5:11
“And this is the testimony: God has given us eternal life, and this life is in his Son.”
Watch the video to understand how this looks like for those who say ‘yes’ to the blood shed 2000 years ago, by Jesus on the cross.
He is telling me this every day. Why shouldn’t I tell Him. This is why I love YOU Jesus:
Here are the lyrics:
We rode into town the other day, just me and my Daddy.
He said I’d finally reached that age, and I
could ride next to him on a horse that of course
was not quite as wide We heard a crowd of people
shouting and so we stopped to find out why There
was that man that my dad said he loved, but today
there was fear in his eyes
So I said Daddy why are they screaming? Why are
the faces of some of them beaming? Why is he
dressed in that bright purple robe? I bet that
crown hurts him more than he shows Daddy please
can’t you do something? He looks as though he’s
gonna cry You said he is stronger than all of
those guys-Daddy please tell me why, why does
everyone want him to die?
Later that day the sky grew cloudy and daddy said
I should go inside Some how he knew things would
get stormy, boy was he right But I could not keep
from wondering if there was something he had
to hide So after he left I had to find out, I was
not afraid of getting lost So I followed the
crowds to a hill where I knew men had been killed
And I heard a voice come from a cross:
And it said : Father why are they screaming. Why
are the faces of some of them beaming? Why are
they casting their lots for my robes?? This crown
of thorns hurts me more than it shows. Father
please can’t you do something? I know that you
must hear my cry. I thought I could handle a cross
of this size, Father remind me why, why does
everyone want me to die. When will I understand
My precious Son, I hear them screaming. I’m
watching the face of the enemy beaming but soon I
will clothe you in robes of my own. Jesus this
hurts me much more than you know, but this dark
hour I must do nothing. Though I’ve heard your unbearable
cry — the power in your blood destroys all the
lies, soon you’ll see past their unmerciful eyes.
Look there below see the child trembling by her
father’s side. Now I can tell you why, she is why
you must die.