My two youngest children are applying for financial help with college. One if them has to write a paper on the humanitarian effects and the conflicts in Darfur. We were discussing different directions they could go in writing the paper. I asked them why you suppose that marauding armies and guerrilla’s rape the women of the country they are conquering. They had some ideas and we tossed a few of them around.
My thoughts turned to Christ on the cross, all the sins of the world were heaped on Christ when he died for our sins. I wondered what his thoughts were at the time. I speculated how his heart broke with that burden. On that cross Christ paid the price for mine and your sins. I haven’t raped and pillaged, but my sins were no less or greater in the eyes of God. I was and still am a sinner. I am only saved by the shed blood of Christ on that cross. You may think this may be a little dramatic, but every day I want to remember the price that was paid for MY sins. I never want to for, and I give thanks to God daily for his forgiveness of my sins, and Christ paying the price for my sins.
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