A bloody apology

I am currently sitting on a giant bean bag filled with foam in our apartment. My computer is resting on my lazy suzan coffee table with Nichole Nordeman playing in the background.

I have no desire to rest.

I am aroused with ambition and anxiety.

There is no root to my sentiments. It’s a raging concoction of emotion that will not easily subside. I have felt this way before, I imagine everyone has. But, I’m so beyond enamored by the mercy of God at this very moment. He remains faithful, even when I place Him on the back burner. When I decide to pull out that old friend, dust Him off, and respond to his beckoning, my world is transformed—by one simple thought. I sat in a class last semester where we had a guest speaker. I can’t recall her name at the moment, but she is in the process of writing a book. The premise of her book is astounding. It brings to the front a paradox to which we are unfamiliar.

Christ as an apology.

The most beautiful and humble apology I have ever given my heart to. Unrehearsed and bloody.

I have pains that constantly throb in the light of exposure. And even without it I am still wounded. I am learning, slowly but surely, that faith in mankind is null. But mankind doesn’t need us to have faith in it’s can’s and can not’s. No. Mankind needs us to have faith in God. I have absolute confidence in the fallibility of man. But I have even more confidence in the infallibility of God.

Sacrifice in its earliest form was a way of earning redemption. It was a human apology for iniquity and unrighteousness.

I do not wish to argue doctrine with pompous theologians or prideful Pharisees. My ultimate hope, my greatest desire, is that we learn to see Christ as an apology—a sacrifice for the iniquity of mankind. Coincidentally, men did not intend for Christ’s death to be a sacrifice—that was the intention of God Himself.

Perhaps Christ’s death would become the redeeming factor that we all lack within our humanity. Perhaps it was God saying “I’m sorry.”

I’m sorry she hurt you.

I’m sorry he left you.

I’m sorry they lied.

I’m sorry he’s abusive.

I’m sorry she cheated.

I’m sorry you lost your mother.

I’m sorry that you lived that way.

I’m sorry the drugs had such a hold on you.

I’m sorry for each and every wound,

and if you wont let me bandage each one individually then I’ll wash them all clean with the blood of my beloved.

Christ as an apology is the greatest act of mercy. It propels us into a greater capability that we don’t posses without it. We are now capable of forgiveness. Because he/she/them may never apologize—but that does not excuse us from forgiving them. Because of Christ’s apology we are now obligated to forgive. At some point in our lives we were no better than the people we despise. I am so thankful for an apology from someone who actually means it. Someone who's blood stands as a signature and a closing. Someone who remains faithful, even when they've been charred by my spiritual harlotry.

I am forgiven.

Now I can forgive.