Paid in Full

At the joint Good Friday service we attended this week, one message that stood out to me loud and clear was our complete and utter dependence on Jesus as our substitute.

All of our good works are nothing but garbage. I repeat: Nothing. But. Garbage.

Isaiah says that our righteous deeds are like “filthy rags” (Isaiah 64:6). Paul says that his impressive resume, his positions and titles, his good works — all the reasons for which he could have confidence in himself — were nothing. He counted it all loss, all rubbish. (Philippians 3:1-11).

Just imagine yourself, standing in the throne room of God, waiting your turn. Then suddenly, there you are, before the judgment seat, and all the sin and evil you committed in your life — a complete volume ten times thicker than a phone book — is presented by the accuser to the Eternal Judge. When asked to give your defense, you reach behind you and pull out some garbage bags. Yes, garbage bags. Full of all your “good works.” What a picture that would be!

Is this what we are putting our trust in? Too often I find myself biting my nails and agonizing over my sin and failure. But instead of recognizing my complete and utter inability, I start making resolutions for myself: to do better, to be better, to do more good works. I’m missing the point. No matter what I do, no matter how good I am, it’s still garbage. Rotten, stinking garbage. Everything “good” I do and say and think is so soiled by my sinful nature that it could never account for anything.

He paid it all. 100%.

JESUS PAID IT ALL.

1 I hear the Savior say,
“Thy strength indeed is small,
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
Find in Me thine all in all.”

Refrain:
Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.

2 Lord, now indeed I find
Thy pow’r and Thine alone,
Can change the leper’s spots
And melt the heart of stone. [Refrain]

3 For nothing good have I
Where-by Thy grace to claim;
I’ll wash my garments white
In the blood of Calv’ry’s Lamb. [Refrain]

4 And when, before the throne,
I stand in Him complete,
“Jesus died my soul to save,”
My lips shall still repeat. [Refrain]

Baptist Hymnal, 1991 (Found on Hymnary.org)

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