Paid in Full by Divine Mercy

Divine Mercy Devotion

My Attorney [author unknown]

After living what I felt was a “decent” life, my time on earth came to the end. The first thing I remember is sitting on a bench in the waiting room of what I thought to be a court house. The doors opened, and I was instructed to come in and have a seat by the defense table.

As I looked around, I saw the “prosecutor.” He was a villainous looking gent who snarled as he stared at me. He definitely was the most evil person I have ever seen. I sat down and looked to my left and there sat My Attorney, a kind and gentle looking man whose appearance seemed so familiar to me; I felt I knew Him.

The corner door flew open and there appeared the Judge in full flowing robes. He commanded an awesome presence as He moved across the room. I couldn’t take my eyes off of Him. As He took His seat behind the bench, He said, “Let us begin.”

The prosecutor rose and said, “My name is Satan, and I am here to show you why this man belongs in hell.”

He proceeded to tell of lies that I told, things that I stole, and times when I cheated others. Satan told of other horrible perversions that were once in my life, and the more he spoke, the further down in my seat I sank. I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t look at anyone, even my own Attorney, as the Devil told of sins that even I had completely forgotten about. As upset as I was at Satan for telling all these things about me, I was equally upset at My Attorney who sat there silently not offering any form of defense at all. I know I had been guilty of those things, but I had done some good in my life – couldn’t that at least equal out part of the harm I’d done?

Satan finished with a fury and said, “This man belongs in hell, he is guilty of all that I have charged, and there is not a person who can prove otherwise.”

When it was His turn, My Attorney first asked if He might approach the bench. The Judge allowed this over the strong objection of Satan and beckoned Him to come forward. As He got up and started walking, I was able to see Him in His full splendor and majesty. I realized why He seemed so familiar; this was Jesus representing me, my Lord and my Savior.

He stopped at the bench and softly said to the Judge, “Hi, Dad,” and then He turned to address the court. “Satan was correct in saying that this man had sinned. I won’t deny any of these allegations. And, yes, the wage of sin is death, and this man deserves to be punished.”

Jesus took a deep breath and turned to His Father with outstretched arms and proclaimed, “However, I died on the cross so that this person might have eternal life, and he has accepted Me as his Savior, so he is Mine.”

My Lord continued with, “His name is written in the book of life and no one can snatch him from Me. Satan still does not understand yet. This man is not to be given justice but rather mercy.”

As Jesus sat down, He quietly paused, looked at His Father and said, “There is nothing else that needs to be done. I’ve done it all.”

The Judge lifted His mighty hand and slammed the gavel down. The following words bellowed from His lips… “This man is free. The penalty for him has already been paid in full. Case dismissed.”

As my Lord led me away, I could hear Satan ranting and raving, “I won’t give up, I will win the next one.”

I asked Jesus as He gave me my instructions where to go next, “Have you ever lost a case?”

Christ lovingly smiled and said, “Everyone that has come to Me and asked Me to represent them has received the same verdict as you, “PAID IN FULL.”


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8 responses to “Paid in Full by Divine Mercy

  1. If Jesus paid the “price” in full, why do Catholics do penance? How does a human add to divinity’s “full”?


    • chrissythehyphenated

      What Jesus did ransomed our souls from Satan. No amount of good works or penance adds or takes away from the fact of forgiveness.

      Penance is about improving our relationship with God through prayer and about doing concrete things that will help us change bad habits to good habits.


      • I was raised Evangelical Protestant, but I like the idea of penance — not because that’s how you get forgiven (it isn’t), but because it helps lead to amendment of life — i.e., not repeating the same sinful behavior. I’m really good at admitting when I’ve screwed up, and asking for forgiveness. I’m not so good at doing the things that would lead eventually to my screwing up less frequently and less egregiously, so that I wouldn’t keep having to seek forgiveness quite so often. I think that should be the goal of penance.


        • chrissythehyphenated

          Precisely. There’s a lot of good psychology underlying the Catholic Sacrament of Reconciliation.


    • Intellectually, I understand the question, but in the real world – the broken world where Satan still has power and still demands that we be “sifted like wheat,” the world where we still have to work for our bread and suffer in childbirth and die in disease and labor under the hate of our brothers – this question has never made sense to me. We all suffer here. We have no choice in that. If suffering is pointless and stupid, then God has a lot of explaining to do. But he doesn’t; Jesus never told us to expect utopia here on earth. He spent his last hours on earth warning his apostles about the trials to come. When he said “It is done,” he clearly meant that it was done for him. His job is accomplished. We are paid for, in full. But our job is not done. How can it be?

      No one can “earn his way” into heaven. I think you’re right to question such a notion. But Catholics really don’t believe that, even though our whining and bitching makes it seem that we do. We know that we are saved by his blood and by our faith. But we also know that, as Paul says, “faith without works is dead.” And we aren’t called to death. We’re called to life. And life means work, and pain and love. We are told that the “greatest love” is being willing to suffer and even die for others. We don’t know why. We only know that it pisses off Satan and it pleases God. So we do it.


      • chrissythehyphenated

        Speaking of pissing off Satan … I dunno if I told this true story before, but whatever. God was working on my understanding of the redemptive value of my suffering. It was a huge moment for me when a priest explained this; it totally flipped my world from “I’m useless and expensive” to “I’ve been called to the highest ministry there is.” It was an ah ha moment of epic proportions, but then I had to learn to live like it was true. It’s a tricky deal, to endure pain joyfully while taking the very best care of my body that I can, to pursue help or cure while fully accepting that in some inexplicable way, my suffering actually matters. (St. Paul said so.)

        So anyway … that is where I was the day I dropped something messy on the floor. I’m in constant pain and always fatigued beyond what would keep normal people in bed until it goes away. Unexpected messes that require me to get down on the floor to clean up a mess is a big deal for me, but there I was, trying to learn to pray always and thank God in all situations. So I said, out loud, “Thank you, Lord, for giving me something to offer up for the salvation of souls.” And I heard … OUT LOUD … a voice snarling, “I HATE IT WHEN SHE DOES THAT!” I am very, very sure it was NOT the Lord or my guardian angel! LOL

        That experience gave me a tremendous understanding of HOW it can be a blessed and positive thing to celebrate suffering. In our human understanding, it is really SICK and twisted to thank God for pain. It was only when I learned two important facts that I finally really got hold of the mystery.

        First, Jesus was divine so everything He did became imbued with special meaning. Being born poor, growing up in a working class family, suffering and dying. He took these things we humanly define as bad and flipped them on their heads with divine meaning.

        Second, Satan wants our destruction and will use any means necessary to lead us into sin. Pain and unexpected crap are two things that lead most of us into indulging in me-centered pity parties. That stuff is corrosive to one’s spirit, but it also leaks out and damages those around us. Therefore, when we REFUSE TO ALLOW OURSELVES TO INDULGE, we kick Satan’s buttocks hard and we not only grow in our own spirituality and holiness, but also bless the world.


        • Beautiful story, Chrissy. The unexpected mess, the scattered box of nails, the carving knife slipping and cutting your hand deeply – all when you’re the most exhausted – that’s when he hits us hard. You make me think that maybe this question about penance can only be answered in reference to the evil one. We struggle to understand the purpose of self-sacrifice, but the important thing is that the devil struggles with it even more. He’s mystified by it and hates it, and so it’s a weapon against him. I sometimes ask God why he didn’t make some of this more obvious, and then I re-read the Gospels and notice the constant references to Satan and devils and to the weapons that he instructs us to use that we just don’t want to hear about. It’s all there. “Leave it all behind – everything – and follow me. See me here, bleeding, mangled? Follow me. Be not afraid.