I just read Luke 23 and 24. I tried to imagine myself there in the presence of Jesus' persecution and Crucifixion. I imagined His skin broken and bleeding. I saw in His blood shot, teary eyes the love that He has for those who are beating Him. I saw the look on Pilate's face when Jesus' people screamed to crucify Him. I saw the weakness of the human flesh with Jesus marching to Calvary with a wooden cross weighing on His back. I saw the soldiers shove Him on the cross and nail Him with strong, sharp metal through His fragile hands. I saw them raise my Lord up into the sky to hang until His final breath. I still saw the love for His children no matter how they hurt Him. I heard His voice ask my Father for forgiveness because I had no idea what I was doing. Me you ask? Yes, me. I put Him up there. I nailed Him to the cross. I ripped His flesh to pieces and caused His scarlet blood to pour from His slashed skin. I made Him carry the burden of my splintered, heavy cross to Calvary. Yet, I was the cause of the love in His eyes when He prayed for me. How horrible of me to put my Savior through that? How could I do something to someone so precious to me? I have fallen in love with my God and to imagine putting my love through the worst death in history breaks my heart and my soul. I cannot believe that I could do something so horrendous. Thank you God for giving me something so precious as your Son. I wish it could have been done differently but I would not change the fact that I have the greatest relationship in all the world for anything!
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