In a low point of my life, God revealed to me how He felt about me. He showed me to what extent He went to be with me; how great a sacrifice He made to save me…ME!! As always, he used an analogy to show me; one of the Peasant and the King.
- a member of a class of persons who are small farmers or farm laborers of low social rank.
- a man who holds by life tenure, and usually by hereditary right, the chief authority over a country and people.
- Jesus, God.
cross [kraws, kros]
- a structure consisting essentially of an upright and a transverse piece, upon which persons were formerly put to death.
- the Cross, the cross upon which Jesus died.
A peasant is of the lowest social rank; they hold little to no status over anyone…the peasant is me.
A king is of the absolute highest social rank; they hold chief authority over a country and its people…Jesus is the King.
The cross. The place I deserved to die—yet the place the king died for me.
I, the peasant, did not deserve the life of my king. In the social world, it would be unfathomable for a king to die in place of a peasant…yet Jesus died for me…why? Simply because He loves me! It is nothing I did, but everything He DID.
It is that simple. I know Jesus is counting down the days until He gets to hold us in His arms. He loves each and every one of us so much that He would have come for just you, or me, if we would be the only ones to take Him up on his offer.
So what can a peasant do? This answer is simple too; since Christ died for us, we – in return – should live for Him.
So lets do it!