"In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God's grace that He lavished on us with all wisdom and understanding."

(Ephesians 1:7-8)

There ought to be exclamation marks all throughout that passage, and tears in my eyes as I read it. But my heart can be so cold sometimes, so dead to the glorious Gospel of life and forgiven sins. I can be so unaffected reading about Christ's shed blood. This is gory stuff, why does it so often strike me so comfortably and leave me unmoved? It should not! I cost Jesus His very life because of my sin, but because I do not have to go kill an animal with my own two hands and feel the blood drip down and truly know that my sin must be atoned for with blood, I can read about Christ's shed blood for me with a light-hearted "Thanks Jesus" instead of a face-to-the-ground-in-awe prayer of gratitude. He gave everything in order to give me life in Him, all that truly matters. Oh, ungrateful heart of mine: remember what you cost Him, revel in what He's freely given you - and love Him!