There is a beautiful hymn that says, “Amazing love, how can it be that Thou, my God, should die for me.”
Oliver Cromwell was the lord protector of England and he had a young soldier that had committed a crime and was to be executed. He was engaged to a beautiful young girl and she pleaded for his release but to no avail. The young man was to be executed when the curfew bell sounded but when the sexton repeatedly pulled the rope for the bell… it made no sound. This was astonishing because it never happened before.
The girl had climbed into the belfry and wrapped herself around the clapper so that it could not strike the bell. Her body was smashed and bruised and beaten to and fro. Finally, bruised and bloody, she climbed down and faced Cromwell. When she explained what she had done Cromwell commuted the sentence. A poet beautifully recorded the story. He said…
“At his feet she tells her story, shows her hands, all bruised and torn;
And her sweet young face, still haggard, with the anguish it had worn,
Touched his heart with sudden pity, lit his eyes with foggy light.
“Go! Your lover lives,” said Cromwell. “Curfew shall not ring tonight!”
Two thousand years ago, at the cross of Calvary, Jesus wrapped Himself on that cross and silenced the wrath of God for you that you may be free to go.
“Amazing Love, How can it be? That thou my God, should die for me.”