Bound, chained, brought low, we trembled for what was to come.
We knew it all. In our hearts we had already condemned ourselves – our deeds, our thoughts. Now we would pay.
The Law of Sin and Death was seated at the table, pouring over several scrolls. Life was in his hands – and he chose to take it. Raising his hand slowly, the stamp fell with a thud; ink upon parchment, to the despair of the convicted. It fell like the toll of the final bell: condemned ….. condemned …… condemned…..
This was the judgement.
This was the law.
This was not compassion.
The deeds deserved death. We were powerless against such a force. It was a hopeless situation – unless a miracle……
White robed, He entered, surveyed the scene and stood.
“They are mine!” he said.
He spoke – and our world changed. He spoke – and our hearts leapt. He spoke – and our souls sang.
Embarrassed, apologetic, bowing low, the judge moved from his seat as if caught in guilt itself. His replacement – a peaceful, considerate, gentle being removed the stamp and replaced it with one of his own. The Law of the Spirit re-assembled the parchments and in front of our eyes began again: No condemnation….. no condemnation …. no condemnation….
Attaching an extra sheet of parchment to each scroll, he stamped the plain pages alike: No condemnation.
“For the future,” he breathed. Even the future was forgiven!
Scrolls were rolled. Red wax dripped; One final stamp for the seal.
“Sealed by the blood!”
The convicted, not condemned heard the voice of their Saviour – the Son, the Righteous Sacrificed.
“Loose the cords! Break the shackles! They shall live …..”