at the foot of the Cross
Cathedral of St. Paul
Do we pass that cross unheeding,
breathing no repentant vow,
though we see Thee wounded, bleeding,
see Thy thorn-encircled brow?
Yet Thy sinless death hath brought us
life eternal, peace, and rest.
Only what Thy grace hath taught us
calms the sinner's deep distress.
"Jesus, Refuge of the Weary"
by Girolamo Savonarola, 1454-1498
Translated by Jane F. Wilde, 1826-1896
The wonderful and terrible sacrifice of the Son of God has a way of making us feel guilty and relieved all at once. The price is paid! But, oh, what a price... And for what? For little white lies? For skipped church services? For an angry word to our husband or wife or child? Yes, for all that and so much more, and in that knowledge we breathe our repentant vows. But in the end, the price He paid is for you because--though it's hard for us to see sometimes, of ourselves and others--we are more than the bad things we've done. Live as you are called, not as you are tempted to see yourself.
"You were bought with a price. Do not become slaves of men."