I sit in a courtroom and look around at all who are gathered at my trial. I sit in this chair that seems to swallow me, this chair of guilt and condemnation. I look down at my feet hoping that if I can just forget where I am, that I may somehow make it through this.
I hear one hurling accusations at me, pinpointing in painful detail every mistake I have ever made. I re-live each moment over and over with fresh shame…knowing this seems to be the intent of my accuser. Tears start to cloud my vision as I am called by name to defend myself.
With a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach I simply confess and say, “Yes, everything he says is true.” I await the guards to come carry me away, so that I can live alone in shame for the rest of my life. To live in bondage, in the prison of my sin.
But for some reason, the accuser has fallen silent. For some reason, there is a hush in the courtroom that gives me chills. I dare to raise my head to see what is happening, and I see the guards carrying out Another. It is as if no one even remembers that I am the one on trial.
The shame and guilt that have consumed me start to melt away as the eyes of this Man lock with mine. In one moment I felt each mistake erased from my record. In one instant I felt the weight of my past lifted off of me. In one moment I was set free.
The Judge leans over to me saying, “You are free. You have been found not guilty, unable to be accused anymore.”
“My Son became your sin—now go, become My righteousness.”
Father, it amazes me to think of how there is truly no condemnation to those who are in Christ. You are not the one who constantly reminds us of our failures. You are the One who took them upon Yourself. Thank You. In Jesus’ Name. Amen.
2 Corinthians 5:21