it is finished

My faith is a miracle. Sustained belief is not naturally occurring in this heart of mine. Yet I believe, to the very marrow of my bones, that the work of Jesus Christ on the cross was real, it happened, and is sufficient to save. It is on this pivotal moment in history that the entirety of my life hangs.

There is no work pure enough, no sentence eloquent enough, no thought good enough to atone for my sin. In Christ alone that work is finished. Praise be to God! He is not here, he is risen, as he said.

This Easter I stand in awe of the risen Christ, our Messiah.
Behold, the Lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the world! Find life in his name.