For when we were yet without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly, for scarcely for a righteous man will one die: yet peradventure for a good man some would even dare to die, but God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.
Christ didn’t die for me while I was at my best. He didn’t die for me when I thought I had something to offer. Christ died for me when I was at my worst, at a time when I was so far gone that I could no longer recognize who it was looking back at in the mirror. Never were grace and love better spoken than in the words “Christ died for the ungodly.”