That’s me you see up there, your Maker, your God. Nail-stabbed and bleeding. Covered in spit and sin-soaked. That’s your sin I’m feeling. That’s your death I’m dying. That’s your resurrection I’m living. That’s how much I love you. “Can anything come between you and me?” asks the firstborn Son. Hear the answer and stake your future on the triumphant words of Paul: “I am sure that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor ruling spirits, nothing now, nothing in the future, no powers, nothing above