Our family loves to play games. We play all sorts of games. Uno, Ticket to Ride, Catan, Phase 10, Risk, Pictionary... we have quite a collection, and we are always looking for the next game to add to that collection.

One game we occasionally play is Monopoly. My youngest child has never been great at this game because he just can't quite grasp the value of things in the game. He is known for selling a green property for $200 or trading Marvin Gardens so he could get Connecticut Avenue. He just can't comprehend why no one wants to buy the "Get Out of Jail Free" card for $75. My oldest loves to take advantage of this lack of understanding. He will make a ridiculously low offer for something, and I usually intercede. When I advise the youngest boy on a fair trade, the oldest goes nuts. He misses out on a good deal. Yes, I must admit just the other day we played, and I bought a property from the youngest for much less than it was worth. At the urging of my husband and the weight of my own conscience, I gave my son a hefty tip to go with the purchase. My husband still says it was not enough.

But let me talk about a deal much greater than a Monopoly game.

It was an unfair trade. I took the deal. It was a steal of a deal. It was the trade of a lifetime. Actually, it was the deal of all eternity. I got everything and He got the short end of the stick.

I got peace with God. He became my Father and I became His child. I got a home in Heaven for eternity. I got help for each day and the Comforter residing in me. I got promises and guarantees that I will never be alone. I will never be forsaken. I got hope for today and for tomorrow. I got forgiveness. What did He get?

I look down at my hands... my hands are empty. I have nothing to give Him. Nothing! And what did this trade cost Him?

As I read Psalm 22 I am reminded of the price He paid. I am reminded of the unfair deal. I know the trade He made.

Psalm 22:1 "My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?..."

He got loneliness and separation from His Father.

Psalm 22:13 "They gaped upon me with their mouths, as a ravening and a roaring lion."

He got mockery and disdain. He got humiliation.

Psalm 22:14 "I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels."

He got pain and agony.

Psalm 22:15 "My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death."

He got thirst and dryness.

Psalm 22:16 "For dogs have compassed me: the assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: they pierced my hands and my feet."

He got a cruel death.

I look down at my hands again. They are still empty, yet I realize they are covered in blood. I have nothing of value to trade and I am guilty! Yet He pressed forward with the deal. He interceded with His blood for me. He knew the true value and yet made the trade anyway. My sins upon Him...

To some it was nothing more than a game. They tossed the dice at the foot of His cross.

Psalm 22:18 "They part my garments among them, and cast lots upon my vesture."

I look down at my hands and see the dice. The dice smeared in blood from my guilty hands, I toss them from me. It's no game. I don't want to play that game.

So, I bowed my knees and took the deal. His life for mine.