It Wasn’t Me But Should Have Been

Hey Boss, It Wasn’t Me

Do you have a pet peeve?

One thing that drives me crazy is to be blamed for something I didn’t do.

I remember back at one of the TV stations where I worked there was an intern who was answering phones in the newsroom. Unfortunately, she was rude to a caller.

Rightly so, the caller called back, asked to speak to the senior producer and complained.

The senior producer stormed out of her office, into the newsroom, and called all of us to the carpet for this intern’s mistake.

Loudly and angrily.

Wait a minute. It wasn’t me who did that!!

It didn’t matter, all of us were yelled at.It wasn't me

I made the mistake of shaking my head a little in frustration.

The boss saw me and then I also got into trouble!!

I can laugh about it now, but this reminds me of a good point.

It Wasn’t Me But Should Have Been

it wasn't me but should have been

Remember this Bible verse from 1 Peter?

24 and He Himself brought our sins in His body up on the cross, so that we might die to sin and live for righteousness; by His wounds you were healed.1 Peter 2:24, (NASB).1

In that verse from Peter’s address to the early church, he affirms that it is Jesus who, by His matchless grace, bore our sins to save us from eternal death.

It was our sinless Messiah on that cross who willingly took on the blame that, in reality, falls on us.

Blessed is the Lamb of God, “who takes away the sin of the world.”2 (1 John 1:29)

The depths of His love are immeasurable by any human terms.

A Poem About God’s Grace

Recently I came across a poem I wanted to share written by gifted author, Louis Gander.

It’s a beautiful reminder of God’s grace and mercy towards man.

But Should Have Been  4-2-22

They slept and slept with weary eyes
while Jesus prayed with teary eyes.
He prayed in earnest while they slept,
but answered faithful. He’d accept.
It wasn’t me.
 
The night was looking mighty grim.
Then came, they, and arrested Him.
The charge was simple: blasphemy.
He didn’t plead nor disagree.
It wasn’t me.
 
And this is how the story goes:
They stripped Him of His humble clothes.
With bone-tipped violence He was whipped
and ev’ry time His skin was ripped.
It wasn’t me.
 
It wasn’t something He could toss.
He dropped that very heavy cross.
None could stop them, stop them now
as sweat poured off His heavy brow.
It wasn’t me.
 
They mocked Him with a crown of thorns.
The hate, the words, the sword, the scorns.
It’s hard to fathom these details,
then sore, He bore barbaric nails.
It wasn’t me.
 
His sacrifice was perfect love
both here on earth and Heav’n above.
It could have been a total loss
but Christ, Himself, endured that cross.
It wasn’t me.
 
God’s solemn will would then prevail,
and tore from top to bottom, veil.
Yes, Christ was hung for my sins then.
It wasn’t me… but should have been.
©2022 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/3

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1 Scripture quotation is from the New American Standard Bible (NASB) Copyright © 1960, 1962, 1963, 1968, 1971, 1972, 1973, 1975, 1977, 1995 by The Lockman Foundation.

2 Scripture quotation is from the New American Standard Bible (NASB) Copyright © 1960, 1962, 1963, 1968, 1971, 1972, 1973, 1975, 1977, 1995 by The Lockman Foundation.

3 Poetry courtesy of Louis Gander,  ©2022 Louis Gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED, “But Should Have Been.” [online post]. From Gander Story Poems, n.d. Web. Accessed June 18, 2022. https://www.ganderpoems.org/2022/04/but-should-have-been-4-2-22.html

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