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Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Now i know why You were so afraid to hang on that Cross...It wasn't so much the physical pain, and it wasn't even so much of the bearing of sin, although that must have been dreaded too...it was because You loved Your children so much, and because You knew what they were about to do to You...
Truly it's the people we hold dearest that bring us the most pain when they hurt us...

I can imagine the scenario of a Father and His children...
He stands before His children and all they are doing is wishing for Him to die. They cry "crucify Him! Crucify Him!"...His own children. They mock Him and tell Him that He is not their Father. They tell Him He cannot save them. They tell Him they do not believe in Him. They spit on Him, tie Him down, flog Him. All the while He could have raised His hand to punish them for their wickedness, yet He didn't, because His love was a Father's love.
His children put a large cross on His shoulders, and mocking, screaming, made Him walk up that hill. At the top of that hill, they stripped Him and cast lots for His clothing. His other children pounded nails into His hands and feet, and raised the cross up. There He was, their Father. Hanging on that cross of shame, with His own children jeering at Him, happy about what was happening to Him.

Now imagine the pain. Now understand why He was in so much agony.
Imagine doing that to your own earthly father, or imagine your own son or daughter doing that to you, not understanding that you could have overcome them, but that you were willing to pay the price, all for them...your own beautiful children whom you love but who hate you. Imagine what it must have been like...
Yet we've done that so many times to Jesus every time we took Him lightly and turned away from Him...
Forgive me for the times i took the cross so lightly...Forgive me when i took Your love for granted, forgetting the pain You went through because I crucified my own heavenly Father...
Father forgive me, because I didn't know what I was doing...

[7:47 PM]
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