Thus, Christ transforms shame. There are two ways in which he transforms shame: First, he frees us from the true root of shame: sin and guilt before God. Second, Christ transforms the nature of shame before other human beings.
Christ transforms our shame before God, because Christ is the lover of our soul. Piper explained that no shame existed between Adam and Eve, not because they were perfect (even though they were), but because true covenant love existed between them. No condemnation existed, because love had received and accepted.
Thus, Christ having become the husband of those he redeems, clothes them with his righteousness (making them perfect and beautiful). Yet it is in his marriage to church that our shame is removed. As Owen explains:
If, now, there be grace enough for sinners in an all-sufficient God, it is in Christ; and, indeed, in any other there cannot be enough. The Lord gives this reason for the peace and confidence of sinners, Isaiah 54:4,5,
“Thou shalt not be ashamed, neither be thou confounded; for thou shalt not be put to shame.”
But how shall this be? So much sin, and not ashamed! so much guilt, and not confounded! “Thy Maker,” saith he, “is thine husband; the LORD of hosts is his name; and thy Redeemer the Holy One of Israel; The God of the whole earth shall he be called.” This is the bottom of all peace, confidence, and consolation, — the grace and mercy of our Maker, of the God of the whole earth. So are kindness and power tempered in him; he makes us, and mars us, — he is our God and our God, our Redeemer. “Look unto me,” saith he, “and be ye saved; for I am God, and none else,” Isaiah 45:22, “Surely, shall one say, In the LORD have I righteousness,” verse 24.
Our shame is lifted because we have been joined in marriage:
Jesus, Lover of My Soul
Words: Charles Wesley, 1740
Jesus, lover of my soul,
let me to thy bosom fly,
while the nearer waters roll,
while the tempest still is high.
Hide me, O my Savior, hide,
till the storm of life is past;
safe into the haven guide;
O receive my soul at last.
Other refuge have I none,
hangs my helpless soul on thee;
leave, ah! leave me not alone,
still support and comfort me.
All my trust on thee is stayed,
all my help from thee I bring;
cover my defenseless head
with the shadow of thy wing.
Thou, O Christ, art all I want,
more than all in thee I find;
raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is thy name,
I am all unrighteousness;
false and full of sin I am;
thou art full of truth and grace.
Plenteous grace with thee is found,
grace to cover all my sin;
let the healing streams abound,
make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art,
freely let me take of thee;
spring thou up within my heart;
rise to all eternity.