Bought. All.

This is something that makes me think...

No one is good. There is not even one. The front pages of papers of children raped by rapists, the Iraqi torture chambers. And we (the blame) claim we're blameless. Wrong. All. Swelling up inside of us there's this pride in us, this arrogance. And our only line of defense is the sense that I'm not half as bad as this friend of mine so I must be fine. We mean well. Don't we? Yet I've never seen good intentions set a man free from hurt. All. This poor unfortunate soul filling a single void with toy after toy, girl after boy. How boring. This wasn't meant to be humanity's life story, warring with God saying: 'What have You done for me?'
Bought. All. Hanging out for 6 hours, marred beyond recognition, in complete submission to the Father's will. Still a proclamation was made louder than the loudest temptation, with more beauty than all His creation. More eternal than eternity, more angelic than the heavenlies.
It is done.
You are bought with blood.
Accept and rejoice.
For freedom has come.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TSnltiQozVk&feature=related