He Took Our Shame

I learned a funny lesson today. Last night, I did something I shouldn't have. When I woke up, I remembered it, and instantly felt the sickening, crushing shame from it. And so I went through my morning routine, feeling wretched and despised like I often do after mistakes, and I thought

'Why am I letting this shame come over me? I did what I did and I can't change that. I can only change what I do now. All this shame is doing is crippling me.'

And I wonder sometimes what it means when it says that Jesus took our shame. And then there are times where I get answers, like this morning. But then that begs the question--why would He take our shame?