It was a normal Sunday, just like any other, and my family and I went to church. Sacrament meeting started, and as I sat there my mind wandered. It felt so good to be there with my family, and I had a really warm feeling of comfort. The sacrament hymn that day was “I Stand All Amazed.”
I began singing:
I stand all amazed at the love Jesus offers me,
Confused at the grace that so fully he proffers me.
I tremble to know that for me he was crucified,
That for me, a sinner, he suffered, he bled and died.
(Hymns, no. 193)
When we came to the chorus, I started crying. My lips trembled, and the tears ran down my face.
Oh, it is wonderful that he should care for me enough to die for me!
Oh, it is wonderful, wonderful to me.
I couldn’t even finish the hymn; I just put my head down as silent sobs shook my body.
And then, all of a sudden, I felt something I had never felt before. It was complete happiness and gratitude for my Savior. I looked at the sacrament table and realized how wonderful the sacrament really is.
It had become real to me. Jesus died for me! He suffered for my sins in the Garden of Gethsemane. He suffered for every one of us. He suffered so much pain that he bled from every pore, and he did it willingly. Through all of his suffering, his heart was filled with love for us, and even for those who wronged him. What a great and perfect example.
He did all of this because he loves me, and he knows me. Before then, I wasn’t really sure if the Savior loved me or knew me. But all at once I knew.
Oh, it is wonderful that he should care for me, enough to die for me!
Oh it is wonderful, wonderful to me.