“We can wallow in our guilt, run from our past, or hide from our faults; but God offers to wash it all away, if we let him” –Live Second, 21.
How any times have you ever thought about the stuff you’ve done wrong in life? I mean, it’s a depressing endeavor, but it’s something that we get stuck doing a lot more often than we would probably admit. We focus on failure a lot as human beings, but when you think about it, it makes sense. From the first bite of that fruit way back in the garden all the way to now we have lived a symphony of missteps.
All it takes is that one key moment that we see that what we have done is a source of pain or sorrow for someone we care about and we get that nasty, sinking feeling in the pit of our stomach. We start looking back on all the times we’ve done something similar. There are plenty of times that we got away with it, but all the guilt rushes right back. It’s like a jacked up, pain-filled slideshow of ugliness and the worst kinds of deception. We see ourselves as worthless, or worse yet, as an all out plight to those we love.
The sins that we have committed in this life make us liars, thieves, adulterers, idol worshippers, murderers, and so much more. Back in the Old Testament times of the formation of the tribes of Israel, God called for sacrifices of varying types to make up for all the horrible things we were doing. But as time went on, it just wasn’t enough. There wasn’t enough grain or unblemished animals around to make up for it all. Finally, Isaiah started giving prophecy about the coming savior, a spotless lamb, an ultimate sacrifice, an unmatched level of perfect that would be given in our place.
This was unthinkable, that God Himself would send a sacrifice that would eliminate the need for sacrifice, and not only that, but that this sacrifice would come in a form that would understand the pain and hurt that we go through day to day, in labor and toil, in poverty and loss, yet this sacrifice would say nothing of it. This sacrifice would not cry out about the unfairness that though it would see and live our pain without a single transgression it would be despised, rejected, and given the punishment that the same ones who would carry out this injustice deserved. He would be pierced for our transgressions, and by His wounds, we would be healed.
This is a journey in humility, and everyday I see myself spinning in what could only be described as a surreal experience. I’ve watched every I Am Second video so far throughout the last couple years, and now I am given the privilege of reading and interpreting their devotional through the lense of the burrito. I’m just a sinner, and I know I screw up every day, but I go back and I read these words from Isaiah 53:1 – 12 and I see that even though I’ve made all of these mistakes, even though I have been wrong time and time again, that because of that sacrifice, I am free to experience the presence and the love of a perfect and Holy God. That wrecks my life every time I think about it, and it is absolutely awesome in the purest sense of the word.
I am a liar, a thief, a murderer, an idol worshipper, an adulterer, and so much more. I deserve the worst of punishments for all that I have done wrong in this life…but He died in my place. He took on my suffering AND my shortcomings, and because of that I have seen healing through His wounds.
My name is Zach Emerson, I am a Holy Burrito brother, and the Chief of Sinners, but He died in our place, so I am second.
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