I read a story some time ago about an aspiring young golfer who spent hours in his backyard practicing his golf swing. He wasn’t allowed to use a real golf ball close to the house, only a plastic, practice ball.
One day, when he thought both his parents were gone, he longed to hear the sweet click of a club head meeting a real golf ball. So he went outside, teed one up, took a mighty swing, and accidentally hit the ball through his parents’ bedroom window.
I’ll let him tell the rest of the story: “I heard the glass shatter, and then I heard my mother cry out. I ran into the house and up the stairs to her bedroom. She was standing there in front of the broken window and she was bleeding. I started to cry and I couldn’t stop. All I could say was ‘Mom, what have I done! What have I done! I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!’ Her response was to hug me and say, ‘It’s all right; everything’s going to be all right.’ After that I never wanted to take a real golf ball into the backyard.”
When we think about our Lord suffering for us on the cross, we want to live “for Him who died for [us] and rose again” (2 Corinthians 5:15). After we’ve heard His words of forgiveness, there are things we just never want to do again—in the backyard, or in any other place. —DHR
Down from His splendor in glory He came,
Into a world of woe;
Took on Himself all my guilt and my shame,
Why should He love me so? —Roth
When we ponder Christ's love for us, we'll want to live for Him.