It's always been hard for me to understand why God's sacrifices required the blood of innocents. Yet, what sacrifice could be enough to cover all of my sins and all the sins of the whole world?
When I stop to think what Good Friday really means to me, I am overwhelmed. I do not deserve the blood that Jesus shed when he took my place on the cross.
I guess that's why they call it grace.
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Nor do I.
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