My sins are nailed on the cross with my Jesus.
My mistakes.
My failures.
My shortcomings.
My selfishness.
My self-loathing.
My rejections.
My punishments.
My shame.
They are nailed to the cross in the hands of Jesus and thus I can no longer hold them in mine.
With the repentant criminal beside him, I plead “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom,” and he assures me that he does. He remembers me. He remembers the me known by the Father even before I was formed in my mother’s womb, stripped of the sins that mar that creation. With his arms spread on the bloody cross, he moves my sin and shame away from me, as far as east is from west.
This is the redemption of Christ. This is the good of that incredible, unmerited Friday.
Carrie In Writing 