Usually it’s me.
For the most part, I am the one who brings charges against me; I am the one who condemns. You see, I have lots of inside information that I can use—I am an expert witness against myself.
You probably can’t identify with that. It’s most likely just my little quirk.
I guess I still have trouble believing that God would choose me for his own. And yet he promises that he has. Knowing all my expert testimony, and with all that he could add if he chose to, he has justified me, at great cost to himself. He has paid the penalty for my many crimes. And so, the charges won’t stick. The condemnation won’t hold.
Not even my charges. My condemnation.
That makes for a happy Wednesday, Beloved.