Some people ask “Why me Lord? Why is this happening to me? Why does everyone else have healthy parents and mine are so sick? Why am I alone in this world after trusting that man for a dozen years? Why me? Why am I battling this disease? Why was my child taken before even being born? Why me? Why am I struggling so much financially and emotionally? Why was my house damaged by the tornado? Why me?
Some people ask “Why me, Lord? Why was I allowed this gift of life in your image? Why I am allowed to live this life in a country where I am free to tell others about your grace and fall down and worship you. Why me? Why me? Why am I given more air than I can breathe, more water than I can drink, more food that I can consume and more clothing than I can keep laundered? Why me, Lord? Why was I given people who love me and a house in and/or from which people are loved? Why me, Lord? Why was my sin on the shoulders of the spotless lamb of God? Why me? Why was I among the scoffers instead of on the tree? Why me? What have I done to deserve the grace of sitting at the table with the family of God? Why me?”
Jesus never said “Why me?” He knew the reason for his birth in Bethlehem, his childhood in Nazareth, his ministry in Capernaum, and his death outside of Jerusalem. He knew the scope of the “why”. He knew He was God suffering on a tree. He knew from the foundation of this world (Ephesians 1:4-6). He knew He could come off the cross at any moment. But He did not, because He already knew the answer to the question “Why me?”.
I was the answer.