But God, being rich in mercy, because of His great love with which He loved us, even when we were dead in our transgressions, made us alive together with Christ (by grace you have been saved), and raised us up with Him, and seated us with Him in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus. ~ Ephesians. 2:4-6, NASB
I was blinded by the devil, born already ruined. Stone cold dead as I stepped out of the womb. . . Lyrics from Third Day’s Saved.
Words that paint a grim picture.
I was thinking today about being redeemed–how can that churchy idea be communicated? A scene from the moving The Green Mile came to mind.
It’s execution day. Can you forget how the condemned man walks down that last path in life. Slumped. Beaten. Terrified.
“Dead man walking! Dead man walking!” The jailer cries out, a little too pleased for such an ominous occasion.
What does that mean? He’s not dead yet, after all.
It means he’s condemned. Good as dead. Hopeless.
This is every sinner. Each one is one heartbeat away from death. All are walking that green mile. And Satan snickers, “Dead man walking!”
This is me. Except I have been redeemed . . .
As I was walking that prison hallway toward the lethal-injection table, Jesus stopped the jailer.
“No. I’ll die for her. She’s mine.”
The jailer sputtered. “But you haven’t done anything wrong. It wouldn’t be right to kill you instead of her. She deserves that needle.”
“Indeed. She does. But she’s mine.”
The jailer took off my shackles and put them on Jesus’ feet. He opened the door of the prison and ushered me into the green field of freedom beyond. As the heavy door slammed behind me, I knew.
I was His. He redeemed me. And for the rest of my days, I would belong to Him. Every breath I took would be because He died in my place. And every moment I lived would rightfully, legally belong to my Redeemer.