Ephesians 1:7
"The forgiveness of sins, according to
the riches of His grace."
Could
there be a sweeter word in any language than that word "forgiveness,"
when it sounds in a guilty sinner's ear, like the silver notes of jubilee to
the captive Israelite? Blessed, for ever blessed be that dear star of pardon
which shines into the condemned cell, and gives the perishing a gleam of hope
amid the midnight of despair! Can it be possible that sin, such sin as mine,
can be forgiven, forgiven altogether, and for ever? Hell is my portion as a
sinner--there is no possibility of my escaping from it while sin remains upon me--can
the load of guilt be uplifted, the crimson stain removed? Can the adamantine
stones of my prison-house ever be loosed from their mortices, or the doors be
lifted from their hinges? Jesus tells me that I may yet be clear. For ever
blessed be the revelation of atoning love which not only tells me that pardon
is possible, but that it is secured to all who rest in Jesus. I have believed
in the appointed propitiation, even Jesus crucified, and therefore my sins are
at this moment, and for ever, forgiven by virtue of His substitutionary pains
and death. What joy is this! What bliss to be a perfectly pardoned soul! My
soul dedicates all her powers to Him who of His own unpurchased love became my
surety, and wrought out for me redemption through His blood. What riches of
grace does free forgiveness exhibit! To forgive at all, to forgive fully, to
forgive freely, to forgive for ever! Here is a constellation of wonders; and
when I think of how great my sins were, how dear were the precious drops which
cleansed me from them, and how gracious was the method by which pardon was
sealed home to me, I am in a maze of wondering worshipping affection. I bow
before the throne which absolves me, I clasp the cross which delivers me, I
serve henceforth all my days the Incarnate God, through whom I am this night a
pardoned soul.
Sppurgeon’s Daily Devotional
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