Our Savior took upon Himself all of our sins, pains, and the effects of mortality in that unfathomable Atonement. The pain was so great it caused Him, even God, to sweat great drops of blood. It was excruciating. I cannot imagine.
In Luke 22:44 we read: “And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground.”
I believe this. I believe that He suffered and atoned for me. I believe that He suffered and atoned for us all. And I am grateful for that beyond words.
But somehow, as I reread the Gospels recently, it became very personal.
I was pondering Christ’s experience deeply and came to a realization that just hit me profoundly.
As Christ was suffering, He came to that moment where He suffered for me.
It was my turn.
He saw me–my entire life unfolded before Him in that moment. He saw the times I lied, the times I was hurtful, the times I sinned. He saw Merrilee. And He took it all upon Himself.
It was my turn for Him to love me.
It is a bit staggering to think about that. With all the billions of God’s children who have ever lived and will live, there was a moment in time when the Savior was intensely focused on just me. I cannot even comprehend that.
And yet I know it is true. And because He did, I can return, cleansed.
He saw you, too. Another moment was your turn. It was your turn for Him to love you.
In all the immensity of time and space, there is that one moment we have with Christ when we were freed.
And because of that sweet, painful, loving, tender, liberating moment, we look forward to another moment in time. When we can return to Him, fall at His feet and thank Him. I cannot wait.