Jesus Took the Bullet For Me

“Christ died for the ungodly. Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous person, though for a good person someone might possibly dare to die. But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us (Romans 5:6-8).”

I have always loved this statement from Romans 5. It basically says, “Jesus took a bullet for me.” The executioner’s bullet. I deserved death because of my wicked behavior but when I closed my eyes and heard “Fire!” I felt no impact. The bullet never touched me. Instead, laying at my feet was a man — an innocent man who must’ve jumped between the gun and me when I wasn’t looking. He was bleeding to death. I feared that there would be another bullet, this time fired straight into me, but the executioner instead lifted his gun and placed it on his shoulder. There would be no second shot.

One bullet. One man. Now dead. Dead instead of me.

In my shock, I was hardly aware of anything else around me. But during my disbelief the guards had untied my hands. I now stood in front of the post without restraint. I looked up at the executioner, confused. But then he said the most unbelievable thing to me. Only three words — words that changed my life forever and sent me to my knees. With gun mounted on his shoulder he looked at me and said, “You are free.”

Jesus took the bullet for me.