Your just due is death. You should try suicide." I was beaten in prison by daily attack. I was paying a debt, so I never fought back. No hope of escaping, and this I knew well. I cried out to God from my own self-made hell. That day I met Jesus; He smiled in my face. He said, "I forgive you. Come walk in my grace." "Lord, I believe you forgive me and yet, Blameless you are. Can you pay for my debt?" "And, Lord, please don't touch me for: I am unclean. I'm filthy with murder, a most wretched being." I poured out my story. He showed no surprise. I gazed up with awe at the love in His eyes. He said, "I paid for your crime, yes, was nailed to a tree. There's no condemnation if you'll trust in Me. I took on your blame, and your curse on My soul So you may be free without judgment and whole." I sputtered, "Dear Lord, where's the justice in this? Baumann 15 I killed my first son, and you offer me bliss?" Tears blurred my vision, yet there in His face were eyes of compassion, blue ocea...
