But Christ is not talking to a crowd. He is talking to me. He didn't invite the whole Church as his abstract, collective bride -- he asked me to come and meet Him.
I'm still a little bit stunned at this new-old idea, and I haven't figured out what it means yet. So far, I've discovered that when I sin, it's not just "what we humans do" -- it's personal. There's another side to that terrifying discovery, though: if it's personal on my end, then that must mean that if I were the only person in the world, He would still have become a man and died for me. [emphasis mine]
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