Xed Out

Thinking about the letter x brings to mind those dreaded red marks teachers would place all over your papers to signify you answered the question wrong. Being the studious type, I aimed for A’s so those x-mark were never a welcomed sight. And why did they need to make them in red? As if the big x wasn’t enough.

With the end of my formal education, the x’s didn’t stop following me. Why? Because I was still getting things wrong. Saying the wrong things, doing the wrong things, and saying the wrong things. Yep I did them and still find myself in the wrong. Of course there is no teacher following me around marking my paper but God sees all and knows all. All of the wrongs. Nothing hidden from Him even when others can’t see.

But over 2000 years ago He sent a remedy to x-out my sins. And wouldn’t you know it that the only thing strong enough to cross out my sins  and yours was the red shed blood of Jesus Christ.