What once was a sound that gave a thrill: "My Maker is coming! Love is here! Eternal God who breathed into my nostrils and gave me my life, He is here!" has become one that brings terror.
I remember times when I sin and I felt afraid of God, shrinking in shame. I also remember times when I actually did not feel any shame, but more a brazenness, knowing that my heart had become calloused with sin and not giving a care at all. Eitherway, God's heart is broken when I sin. And Jesus' body was broken because of my sin.
God gave His Son, Eve's Offspring, as the promise for our salvation. And God killed an animal--foreshadowing the death of Eve's Offspring, the perfect Lamb of God, to clothe Adam and Eve with its hide.
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