The clock’s glowing red numbers mocked me as I lay awake, spiraling again into the black hole of self-condemnation. I edged away from my husband so I wouldn’t wake him with my sobs. Flashbacks of my failures came in rapid-fire succession. Reminders of my sins and mistakes hurled themselves at me.
All the while, the horrible scourge scene from “The Passion of the Christ” flashed through my mind. I saw Jesus struggling to stand but knocked to the ground with blow after bloody blow. I felt as though that were me, trying to hold onto truth yet unable to stand beneath Satan’s whip of accusation. Eventually, I fell into a fitful sleep.
The morning light brought a new realization. It wasn’t me at all—it was Christ! As I lay in bed reliving all my shortcomings, sins, and regrets, as Satan hurled every condemnation at me, Jesus took them upon Himself. Every. Last. One. According to Isaiah 53, Jesus went to the cross for those very sins and sorrows.
As imperfect people, we fail. We sin against God and hurt people. What can we do with all those regrets? We can bring them to the cross and see Jesus pay the penalty. And then we can choose to believe His sacrifice on our behalf is enough.
Every time we heap guilt upon ourselves for sins that have been forgiven, we spurn the grace of God. We essentially say Christ’s sacrifice wasn’t enough. The truth is: His grace is more than enough! By the power of the Holy Spirit, we are daily being transformed into the image of Christ. But we are still in process. We stumble and fall. Even so, we can rest in His grace. Nothing more. Nothing less. Just His perfectly sufficient grace.