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Saturdays around Casa Welch are extremely hectic, as I’m sure is the case in most homes.
But, on the Saturday in question, things were made uber hectic by the “NO VACANCIES” sign that was posted in the timeout corner for the better part of the day.
At some point, my hubs, Mike, had put our oldest son Lukas in timeout.
Normal procedure in our home is the parent who put the kid in the timeout is the one who releases him post mini-lecture.
But, on this particular Saturday, I noticed Mike was too busy to deal with the post timeout lecture.
So, I took it upon myself to dig deep in my heart for my best speech on the perils of lying and untruth.
My audience of one, Lukas, politely listened, gave me a hug, asked for forgiveness, and was sent off to play.
Later in the day, I said to Mike, “Wow, I’m really bummed that Lukas may have a problem with lying.”
Mike looks at me sideways, “Huh?”
“Ya know, the timeout earlier for lying.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I thought you put Lukas in timeout for lying.”
“No, he was in timeout for hitting his brother.”
I felt terrible for punishing Lukas for a crime he did not commit.
Although he had done something wrong, it wasn’t what he was being punished for.
He was wrongfully accused.
It reminded me of a story from my own childhood.
Rewind about 22 years.
My younger brother and I were sitting at the kids’ table at a family function.
Mom decided we were going to have cooked spinach that day, straight from the can, Popeye style.
I could barely stomach the green mush, and in most instances would gag upon swallowing. My usual tactic was to eat it bit by bit along with a huge gulp of milk.
But, this time, my rebellious streak took over as I deftly slid my portion of spinach off of my plate and onto the floor.
Surely, Mom wouldn’t make me eat spinach off the floor.
I guess wrong.
“Jonathan Mark, I don’t care if that spinach has fallen on the floor, you WILL eat it!”
And, just like that, my little brother scooped it up and swallowed the green gag inducing goo with nary a peep.
It was years before my mom knew the truth of that fateful day.
The day my brother took the fall for me after being wrongfully accused.
I know these snippets from my life don’t hold a candle to Christ’s death on the cross, but it made me think of His sacrifice from the perspective of parent and child.
God knowingly sacrificed His Son for the sins of all mankind.
But the Lord has caused the iniquity of us all to fall on Him. (Isaiah 53:6)
The sins He did not commit.
He made him who knew no sin to be sin on our behalf (II Corinthians 5:21)
How it must have grieved the Father when Jesus cried out to Him
Abba! Father! All things are possible for You; remove this cup from Me (Mark 14:36)
Yet, the Son willingly submits to His death sentence
Yet He did not open His mouth; like a lamb that is led to the slaughter, and like a sheep that is silent before shearers, so He did not open His mouth. (Isaiah 53:7)
He was wrongfully accused so that I would be made righteous.
So that I would not suffer the death due unto me.
That I would be redeemed.
He made you alive together with Him, having forgiven us all our transgressions, having canceled out the certificate of debt consisting of decrees against us; which was hostile to us; and He has taken it out of the way, having nailed it to the cross. (Colossians 2:13-14)
And, for this I shout Hosanna.
Praise be to Him.
Worthy is the Lamb!!
What experiences in your life strike you as tangible reminders of His sacrifice on the cross?
Keri lives in the Greater Seattle area, where she can be found climbing Mt. Laundry, loving on her 3 sons, cheering on the Sounders with the hubs, spying what’s cute at Target, or laughing with friends over copious amounts of coffee. In whatever time is left, she loves to read, watch movies, listen to new music, and then blog about what God’s teaching her through it all at Pop Parables.