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Grace Has a Price

It’s easy to forget that grace wasn’t free. I’ve worked hard to grasp God’s grace more in my life, and I’m so grateful for the endlessness of it. But there was a cost for my freedom, and for yours.

Imagine a town, far away from where you live now. You know the streets and the houses. You know every person. In fact, you’ve walked alongside their hardest days with them. You know everything about them. Even the things you wish you didn’t.

Because every one of those people has something inside them that is dark, sinful. It could be something they did or said or thought, but it’s there. And you see it. You see all of it. It keeps them trapped in that little town, trapped in those places of darkness. They can’t leave because they can’t see the way. All you want is for them to come visit you, but they have no passport, no papers, no way. They’re stuck.

Your life continues, seeing all the hard things in that small town. You long for a way to free those people so they can come. You look over at your child who knows the land as well as you, knows their hearts as well as you. He could show them the way. It seems like a great idea on the surface, but deep inside you know that your son will suffer great pain going there. He will die there, showing those people how to be free. There is no other way. And you have to choose whether to send your son to certain death so these people can live a life of freedom.

It seems like an impossible choice for us, as humans. And it’s somehow easy to think that it was different for God. But what if it wasn’t?

Our world is messy now, and it was messy 2000 years ago. Full of people God knew and loved, even though He saw their sin. Just like He sees you and knows you. He understood there was no way out for them, so He made the choice we find impossible. He sent His Son, a piece of His very self, into the mess knowing there would be pain and death. And He did it for one reason: to make a way for you.

God’s grace covers all of our sin so we can be in heaven with Him. But that grace had a price tag: the death of His son. He paid a debt we were too poor to pay. And it cost Him so much.

He sent His Son, a piece of His very self, into the mess knowing there would be pain and death. And He did it… Click To Tweet

As we approach Easter, it’s easy to get wrapped up in baskets and eggs and shiny shoes. It’s a celebration of the Resurrection! We should celebrate!

But let us not forget the cost for the celebration. It’s not a place to get stuck in, rather a place of appreciation and awe for how deeply God loves you and the extremes He went to just to be with you.

Grace has a price, and it has been paid.


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About Becky Hastings

I am emotional and logical. I am strong and dependent. I am a juxtaposition of head and heart exploring it all through writing. And in all my mixed-up ways I am loved. I’m here to tell you that you are, too. Just the way you are.

10 Replies

  1. Great reflections, Becky. It is easy to rush ahead to the celebrations sometimes and forget the price that was paid and how much it cost Jesus to sacrifice himself for us. It is amazing to stop and think about how amazing his grace is.

    1. Becky Hastings

      Thanks friend!

  2. “Grace has a price and it’s been paid.” — Beautiful, Becky. Thank you, Jesus. 🙂 — Happy Easter, friend. ((xoxo))

    1. Becky Hastings

      Thank you! Hope your Easter was wonderful! xo

  3. Thank you, Becky, for the reminder about the price of grace as we walk through Easter week.

    1. Becky Hastings

      Hope you had a wonderful Easter!

  4. Appreciation and awe sound like excellent places to start my celebration of resurrection! Thanks for thinking all this through and bringing me along!

    1. Becky Hastings

      I’m always glad to journey with friends 🙂

  5. What an unfathomable price He paid, not one He relished, “If it be possible, take this cup from Me …” But when the answer was “no,” He went willingly for each of us! What a Savior! Happy Resurrection Day!

    1. Becky Hastings

      AMEN!

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