Long ago two partners in crime sat in the bushes. They had a different look in their eyes that day. Nervously, their trembling fingers sewed fig leaves together to cover their bodies. Now they were filled with shame – something they had never felt before. They had no peace, no joy, no hope. It was a case of paradise lost. Every son of Adam and daughter of Eve since knows what these two people were feeling. There is no peace, no joy, no hope.
But then God came looking for us. He dropped Himself behind enemy lines, landed on our planet as a frail baby at Bethlehem, God Himself with skin on. He found us out here in the bushes. He made a trade with us – His glory for our shame. He gathered up our shame, loaded it on Himself, carried it off. He trudged up a hill littered with skulls – the dumping ground of criminals. There He let sinners nail Him to the cross. He bore their shame too. He died. He took our shame with Him. He took the rap. He paid the debt. And before the sun rose on the third day, He rose, shining, glorious, victorious, alive forevermore. And you and I got back what we lost – PEACE, JOY, HOPE!