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We All Fall Down


Jesus the High Priest. Huh. Hmm. Interesting. For me, that is a name that doesn't normally come to mind for Him. I related to Him in so many other ways: my Redeemer, my Deliverer, my Support, the Prince of Peace, my Comforter, my Rock and my Salvation, my Refuge and my Strength. My everything. He is the Lord of Lords, the King of Kings, and, yes, the High Priest. None man can say that of himself for we all fall short of His glory.

Jesus became the High Priest, the Intercessor between man and God, when He became sin and died for us on the cross. He tore the veil that had separated us from God. Only the priests were allowed beyond the veil and inside the Holy of Holies. Jesus never sinned, yet He became sin for our salvation. He is Holy and set apart from the rest of us due to His sinless nature. His death was the one time in all His life--a life that spans to the beginning of all things--that He was removed from God. In that brief moment of being "forsaken" by God when He become our sin, He endured His greatest pain. He was removed from the Father. To me, that is what hell truly is. To be absent the love of the Lord. For His light for your way to be cut off. Jesus is the Way, and the Truth, and the Life we are called to live. How can we truly live without Him?

In Hebrews 4:14-16, though, Paul says this about Jesus:
Therefore, since we have a great high priest who has ascended into heaven, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold firmly to the faith we profess. For we do not have a high priest who is unable to empathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are—yet he did not sin. Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.
We all fall short of His glory, yet by His grace and mercy we are still His. Paid for through the blood He shed on the cross. Nothing we do, no actions for our boasting, can connect us to Him. But in the simplicity of confessing that He is our Lord and Savior, we choose Him as the finisher of our story. His blood covers my sin. His love draws me to Him. His comfort and peace wrap around me. His armor covers me from the poison arrows of the enemy. How blessed I am that when I fall down, He is there to heal my wounds.

My flesh and my heart may fail,    but God is the strength of my heart    and my portion forever.Psalm 73:26
Sometimes, when we fall down, all we see is the ground. We forget to look up. It's for those times that I pray that He gives me faith to remember He is all I need. The words of this song say it all. All I am, I surrender. Give me faith to trust what you say.

The lyrics for Give Me Faith are written below. Sometimes the words don't come and we don't know what to say to the Lord in the midst of our circumstances. I find that it is in those times that music helps me to see beyond where I am in that moment and find my way back into His arms. To look up and know that He is there...just waiting for me to call out to Him... Jesus, I'm yours...

I need you to soften my heart
To break me apart
I need you to open my eyes
To see that You're shaping my life

All I am,
I surrender

Give me faith to trust what you say
That you're good and your love is great
I'm broken inside, I give you my life

I need you to soften my heart
To break me apart
I need you pierce through the dark
And cleanse every part of me

I may be weak
Your spirit's strong in me
My flesh may fail
My God you never will (repeat)
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