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An Unfair Exchange

 


Video games were something I thoroughly enjoyed when I had time for them. Back in the day when all I was responsible for was good grades and myself, video games kept me entertained for hours. Eventually, the game got old, and it was time to exchange it for a "new to me" game. I would STOP by, a store I will not name, to exchange my GAMES. When I bought a game from this place it was normal price, or a bit of a discount. However, when I would sell a game to them, I would get a small store credit or cashback amount. I would even see the same game I just traded on the rack for much more than I was given for the exact same game. The majority of the time the exchange favors the entity with more power which makes it an unfair exchange for the one in need. 

Rarely, does the unfair exchange give the needy one more than they had to bring. Jesus is the true exception to this rule. 2 Corinthians 5:21 says "He made Christ who knew no sin to be sin in our be sin on our behalf so that in Him we would become the righteousness of God" Isaiah 53:5 states "But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities; The chastisement for our peace was upon Him, And by His stripes we are healed." Furthermore, in Isaiah 61, we read "To give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness..." This is definitely a one-sided exchange that points in our favor.

Jesus takes our fear and gives us peace, He takes our despair and gives us hope, He takes our Father issues and connects us to a good Father, and He takes the punishment for our sins and gives us a redeemed life. Now, this exchange may sound too good to be true. So, what is the catch? What does He want in return? All He wants is a real relationship with you and me. 

Now that is a great deal!

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