Gale Foreman writes, "If the walls could talk, I wonder what secrets they'd tell."
I often wonder this as well, and I wonder how much they actually hear. Some walls I have come into contact with may have heard the silent cries of a once hopeless teenager; others would tell you the unexplainable laughter with friends during the earliest hours of the morning. I believe, as individuals, we all would be blind sided by some of the things the walls would say. Maybe they would explain all the times you looked in the mirror and scowled at yourself.
Or how about the hours spent studying in a textbook, for the fear of failing the exam? And, the times you may have cried yourself to sleep because, life happens, and you failed the exam. Imagine all of the stories the walls would mention about how you, a human, would feel like a failure- and not just because of a bad test grade?
We have all been there. But what if I told you that you did not have to feel this way? You do not have to persist with these feelings, because a man died.
This man did not die solely for us; the cross He was crucified on, the tomb He rose out of, those were things that happened for the exclusive purpose of bringing God glory and to exclaim His omnipotence. However, when this man died, so did our sins. In Romans 6:6 it states: "For we know that our old self-was crucified with Him in order that sin's dominion over the body may be abolished, so that we may no longer be enslaved to sin".
So, in addition to God's perfect plan for this universe, we, as imperfect humans, were "saved" from sin. Sin being all of the mistakes, lies, and unmet expectations (from ourselves and others), that happen in life. It includes all of the times we did not obey our parents, along with all of the times we may have failed as parents, and then everything in between.
The man I'm discussing, however, saw our sin and still chose to love us. Not because it was earned (because trying to repay Him is like trying to not kill cattle). As He hung on that cross so many years ago, He thought of each and every one of us, and knew we would do wrong, but chose to suffer in hopes we would know His love. He knew some of us would not choose to follow Him or believe in His works, yet He still chose to die for them.
The verse mentioned above gives us a kind of hope that cannot be found in anything or anyone here on earth. If we try and find a lifeboat to save us from the anaconda that is chasing after us in a rainforest, we will not have much luck, considering that we are not on the ocean and we are nowhere near a boat.
That is similar to how looking for comfort and peace after messing up serves us no good if we look for it through people or social media. Not once did People's Magazine or Dove Chocolate die for our sins.
But this guy named Jesus? He sure did. And not only would our house walls be able to tell us what we did wrong, He would too. The craziest part is that Jesus would still love us anyway. The walls would just gossip.
