About a year ago, I realized that my friend was driving a car that should’ve been impounded. No. Seriously. She lived where cars didn’t have to pass an emissions test, so she took full advantage of that. Since I have somewhat of a hero complex, I determined that I would give her my old Ford Taurus (still running okay but had close to 200,000 miles on it) and buy a shiny new car for myself. I know. Pretty impressive. I remember that I actually thought in my head, “Wow, this is such a picture of Christ, the great exchange: our poverty for his riches.” At that, I felt even more amazing.
But, after I gave it a little more thought, I realized that it’s not like Christ, not really at all.
My perspective that day really cheapened what Jesus did on the cross. Sharing it now is a little embarrassing, but I think it needs to be said so that we can see Jesus here.
To look a little more like Christ, I would have purchased the new car for her and I would taken on her dilapidated car as my own. I would have owned the stress of driving a car that may not make it to its destination. I would have received the judgmental looks at the stoplight when the old car would spew some unhealthy dark smoke into the atmosphere. I would have assumed the burden of yet another prohibitively expensive repair and I would have routinely sweat buckets during a hot Georgia summer (the A/C was broken). I haven’t even mentioned the torn seats that would threaten to poke holes in her clothing. To be more like Christ, I would have taken the broken-down, dirty and sadly laughable car upon myself and given her the new one so that she would enjoy it, payment free, forever.
Now, that’s a better picture, nowhere close to a perfect picture, but a better picture of the great exchange. Jesus doesn’t give us his hand-me-downs, he made an exchange: his life for ours. And he made us new.
Coming on the heels of Passion week, I recognize that I cannot imagine what Jesus went through on the cross for us. I can’t understand being beaten and torn for us. I can’t know what it felt like carrying the cross up the hill. I’ll never know the loneliness of being abandoned by the Father. Not only did Jesus rescue us from our sin, but he made us co-heirs with him in our Father’s kingdom.
Jesus doesn’t give us hand-me-downs, he gives us an inheritance. He shares his inheritance with us. And, he doesn’t do it begrudgingly or out of a complete sense of duty, but because he loves us. It was his joy (Heb. 12:2). What a savior!
Posted: 4.24.2017 in Women’s Ministry Share: