Friday's Moonlight

On our way to church we drank in the moonlight tonight and let it unearth buried memories. Fond memories are tied to the shafts of light that travel space to touch our skin. Then my thoughts traveled back in time to the night in the garden of Gethsemane and I shuddered.

We remembered tonight the final sacrifice, Christ's blood shed for sin, and the price of redemption. The iniquity of us ALL fell on Him. In one moment, the transfer of mankind's sin was completed. "It is finished," was His cry.

I cannot claim to fully understand such great love, but I choose to accept it.

II Corinthians 5:21 "He made Him who knew no sin to be sin on our behalf, so that we might become the righteousness of God in Him."