I have my quirks.

The divine exchange happened on the old rugged cross:

In His judgment, we are justified.

By His stripes, we are healed.

In His poverty, we are prosperous.

In His condemnation, we are righteous.

In His love, we love.

Nothing we do can make Him close the door, because no one can close what Jesus opened.

And nothing we do can make Him love us more, because the greatest love is already shown at the cross.

The world can have what they want, but I will cling to the old rugged cross.