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  • July 11, 2014 - Reflections

    By Jean S. Horner
    The other day while walking down a corridor in a public building, I saw what appeared to be someone walking toward me. On coming closer, I found it was my own reflection in a huge mirror. For a moment it frightened me. Somehow a full-length reflection of one’s self is a startling thing. ...


 

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April 11, 2011 - Trigger-Happy

By Lydia Pate

A showdown loomed. I was in a trigger-happy mood.

My email inbox screamed, “Clutter!” I scrolled down to the oldest of the 300-plus messages and unleashed the “Delete” key.

When the dust cleared, 50 items emerged unscathed in my inbox. But I had one more thing to do. Locating the deleted items in my recycle bin, I promptly dispatched them into the unfortunate clutches of the file shredder. I held my fire and congratulated myself on my feverish spree.

With the push of a button, I had the power to save or delete messages. My efforts, though, were temporary and trivial. They paled in light of another showdown of epic, eternal proportions — one that took place on Mount Calvary.

I do not for a moment wish to trivialize the price of my salvation, but my email trimming served as a sort of personal parable. When the Son of God squared off against the forces of hell, He placed my sins squarely in His crosshairs, as well as those of the world. Through His sacrificial death on the cross, Jesus activated a divine “Delete” mechanism. With dead aim, He discharged humanity’s transgressions.

When the dust cleared at Calvary, Christ had accomplished once and for all what I could not do. He saved my life. He could have dismissed me and transferred my offenses to the recycle bin, for retrieval in case of future mess-ups. But he didn’t. He captured my heart. When I acknowledged my sins and surrendered my allegiance, Christ gave me a reason to live.

A chime sounded at my computer, signaling the arrival of another email in my inbox. It would have to wait. Sitting trigger-tranquil at my keyboard, I meditated on the magnitude of God’s mercy. I gave thanks for His amazing forgiveness, so aptly described by David in Psalm 103:10-12:

“He does not treat us as our sins deserve or repay us according to our iniquities. For as high as the heavens are above the earth, so great is his love for those who fear him; as far as the east is from the west, so far has he removed our transgressions from us” (NIV).

— Lydia Pate is a freelance writer and attends The Bridge Assembly of God in Mustang, Okla.

 

 

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