About You...
It was never about you—
not in a universe of stars, not in the march of empires, not in the turning of ages—
until God made it about you.
Until the infinite stepped into the finite.
Until the Holy clothed Himself in flesh.
Until the Father sent His only begotten Son—not to condemn the world, but to save it.
It wasn’t about you
until Jesus fell to His knees in a garden,
sweating blood beneath the weight of what love would cost.
Until betrayal kissed His cheek.
Until nails pierced His hands and feet.
Until a crown of thorns pressed into the brow of mercy itself.
And even then—
even while the hammer rang,
even while the crowd mocked,
even while the sky darkened—
He made it about you.
From the cross He prayed,
“Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.”
Not anger.
Not revenge.
Forgiveness.
It wasn’t about you
until God wrote the Everlasting Gospel—
the greatest story ever told—
and wrote your name into it with blood.
A story about saving you.
About reaching you.
About loving you all the way to death—and beyond it.
You were not worthy.
You were not clean.
You were not searching for Him.
And still—
while we were yet sinners,
Christ died for us.
That’s when it became about you.