God says…you were bought with a price
I have a crazy Boxer dog. Well, he’s not really crazy anymore. Or, at least not as often. When I first brought him into my home, he was a foster pup and I was called because he’d been in five different homes in six months and the family that had adopted him was returning him to the rescue I worked with. He’d destroyed drapes and part of a home, he’d gotten into a fight (I prefer to think of it as a minor disagreement) over food at a doggie daycare, so was no longer welcome there. He routinely escaped a backyard with a six-foot fence (the boy has a serious vertical jump) and the owner just couldn’t deal with it anymore.
I went to pick him up, took one look and I was smitten. I brought him home, provided shelter, regular meals and water (something he had not always had) and consistent behavior guidelines, training and a high degree of control. Over time (a long time), he has been transformed from crazy to (mostly) calm. It’s typically now one of the first things people remark about when they meet him. They marvel at what a calm personality he has.
A few months after I brought him into my home, long before he got anywhere near calm, I purchased him from the rescue. I bought him. I handed the rescue organization my hard earned cash and he became mine. I paid for a troubled dog. He was still trouble, you see. I was working with him, guiding him, training him, and loving him, but he was still tilting far more toward crazy than calm. But, I loved him.
I have owned him now for about four years and today he’s generally a bouncy (I said mostly calm, remember?), well-adjusted pup who makes a wonderful pet. It was a long road getting here and he’s had several serious relapses requiring emergency calls to my professional dog trainer friend. There are a number of analogies that arise from my relationship with him, and we may revisit them later in this series. But, for today, here’s what’s relevant.
I loved him. I bought him. He’s now mine. He’s microchipped so that I can be identified as his owner by any vet in the country. I made the effort to purchase him and his legal status has changed. He belongs to me.
for you were bought with a price. So glorify God in your body. (1 Corinthians 6:20)
You were bought with a price; do not become bondservants of men. (1 Corinthians 7:23)
God loves you and went to the effort to purchase you by the sacrifice of his son on the cross. His blood purchased you into His ownership and you now belong to Him.
You were bought with a price. There are ramifications of that purchase. The scriptures above lead to how we’re to respond to that knowledge. But, for today, let’s just sit with the idea that the Creator of the universe loved you and purchased you. Your spiritual legal status has changed. You belong to Him.
- What emotions does the idea that God purchased you bring up?
- What does it say about your value and worth?
- Does your life reflect God’s ownership?
If I think about paying the life of my son for something, that thing would have to be of infinite value. I can’t imagine trading his life for anything on this earth. But, You did that for me, you gave up the life of your son to purchase me. And, like I purchased my pup before he was well behaved, you purchased me while I was still in rebellion to you. You love me. And I’m so grateful for that. I’m so amazed that you would ascribe to me that kind of value. But, you did. And you do. Help me absorb the truth of that. Help me understand that the way you see me and the way I see me are often so different. When my feelings don’t match up with your truth, your truth wins. You find me valuable enough to pay the price of your son’s life. And I love you.
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