One day a girl called Jane walked down the street. She spotted a friend across the road and darted out across the street—straight into the path of a truck.
Just as she saw the truck and knew she was going to die, someone knocked her out of the way from behind.
Jane smashed into the bitumen, and a car came screeching to a halt six inches from her head. But she was alive.
Jane rolled over with a groan, then jerked upright. Who had saved her? She looked across the scene in front of her and realized she’d never get to thank the stranger. He’d knocked her out of the way, and taken the blow of the truck himself.
OK, so this is obviously made up. But what if this happened to you? Would you be absolutely blown away by the stranger’s sacrifice?
It’s Good Friday today, and I don’t think my brain can really comprehend how amazing it is, what Jesus did for me. We weren’t just strangers when He died for us; we were His enemies. And that was our doing, not his. Would you die for your enemy?
But Jesus did, and that just leaves me with two thoughts to chew on as I spend this Easter with family and mates
1. God is freaking awesome.
2. I am loved. Really loved.