In the autumn of 1994, I stood on the bottom rung of my Christian life. Too many mistakes and too much pride had dropped me to that level. My inner faith reservoir offered little help as I tried to pray that morning.
“Lord, I am so lonely,” I muttered through my tears.
Then, I immediately heard these words: “Larry, it was lonely at the cross.”
I would like to to say that I nodded my head and said, “Yes, Lord,” but that would be a lie. Instead, His words angered me.
“That’s not fair, Lord. You’re God and I’m this lousy piece of flesh…”
My words trailed off because even in my low mental state, I understood the ridiculousness of my position. How could I possibly be angry at the one Person who understood my pain because He took all of my hurts, all of my sins, all of my bad days, and all of my emotions on His shoulders at the cross?
It wasn’t long before I laughed aloud at my foolishness.
He canceled the record of the charges against us and took it away by nailing it to the cross. (Colossians 2:14 NLT)