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MESSAGE TITLE:
The Memory That Keeps Me Broken
SCRIPTURE TEXT:
“This do in remembrance of Me.”
—Luke 22:19
DATE: April 6, 2025
BY: EFFIONG ETOK
Carrier of God’s Word
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
If I ever stop weeping when I remember the Cross, I’ve drifted too far from what saved me.
INTRODUCTION
Some memories make us laugh. Others make us proud.
But there is one memory that should break us every time-
the memory of the Cross.
Before the Cross, there was a curtain.
Before Jesus, there was a trembling priest-
carrying the blood of animals into a place no man could enter freely.
“Speak unto Aaron… that he come not at all times into the holy place… that he die not.”
—Leviticus 16:2
In Leviticus, access to God came with fear, not freedom.
One stain, one sin, and the priest would fall dead.
The veil wasn’t symbolic-it was a warning.
But Jesus entered once, not with the blood of goats,
but with His own blood.
He didn’t just pass through the veil-He tore it.
And the price was not light.
So I remember.
Not just the nails.
Not just the pain.
But the law He fulfilled. The wrath He satisfied.
And that memory-it keeps me broken.
MAIN MESSAGE
I don’t remember the nails to stir my emotions.
I remember them because they were meant for me.
I don’t remember the thorns because it’s tradition.
I remember them because my pride deserved that crown.
When I close my eyes, I don’t see a symbol-I see a Savior.
Bleeding. Gasping. Trembling.
Carrying wood He didn’t deserve for sins He never committed.
I remember the whip…
The spit…
The silence of angels as heaven watched Him take what I could never survive.
I remember the sky going dark…
The veil tearing…
The mercy seat being stained with my salvation.
And that memory-it keeps me broken.
It keeps me from becoming casual in worship.
It keeps me from singing with sin in my soul.
It keeps me from preaching for applause and forgetting the pain that purchased my anointing.
How can I lift my head in pride when the Lamb bowed His in agony?
How can I speak of grace and not tremble for what it cost?
We are not here because we are strong.
We are here because the Blood spoke louder than judgment.
If not for the Cross, we would all be corpses with no covenant—
Dead in sin. Buried in shame. Forgotten forever.
But the Cross remembered us.
Now we must never forget the Cross.
TAKEAWAY STATEMENT
The Blood didn’t just erase my past-it shattered my ego.
It didn’t just wash me clean-it humbled me to my knees.
I’m not alive because I’m worthy…
I’m alive because mercy remembered me at the Cross.
CLOSING PRAYER POINTS
1. Lord, may I never become too polished to cry again. Take me back to the foot of the Cross until the memory of Your mercy breaks me all over again.
In Jesus’ Mighty Name, Amen!
2. Jesus, let the Cross remain the loudest voice in my life. Burn it into my memory so pride dies daily and gratitude lives forever.
In Jesus’ Mighty Name, Amen!
