Imputation.

When God looks at me now, He sees Jesus. When God looks at my past, He sees Jesus.

You don’t know me. You don’t know what this means to me.

I know He knows what I’ve done and what I’ve thought. And the fact that He chose to transfer my filth, good and bad, onto Jesus, and transfer His perfection to me, speechless. I guess I hope my life speaks for my mouth.

Ed, He traded places with you. Now, live.