Hola! Hey, I need to apologize in advance for any misspellings in this post; I'm typing it up real quick here.
Just a few ramblings before I get to the point of this post: You know what I said about this amazing weather thing? Yeah, it didn't last. It's hot again. Grrrrr! Oh well, I'll be in Kansas in a few weeks anyway.... woo hoo! Can't wait to see all my Kansas friends and family!
I went to a carnival today. It was pretty fun. I rode a ride that felt like it would fall apart at any moment and cause the deaths of me and my sister. It was exhilarating...? I finally got my long awaited funnel cake! I love those things! They always take me back to Worlds of Fun (only the Kansas people will get this). Good times. Oh man, guys. I got to eat this amazing Jamaican jerk chicken. I'm not kidding. It's probably the best chicken I've ever tasted. It was citrus-y and smokey. Mmmm! You would've loved it.
So I was watching this video a few months ago that I've been thinking about and been meaning to write about. The guy in the video was talking about how painful it must've been for God to have Jesus die.
I agree that too often, we don't really consider it. We don't consider in depth how hard it was for Him to do that for us.
But think about it with me for a moment. Really, do it. It really puts things in perspective.
Think of the person you love the most. I mean, the one who just makes you smile even when they aren't around; the one who makes your heart swell all the time.
Now, imagine taking that person and nailing them to a cross. No really, picture them hanging and dying on a cross; nails in their hands, thorns in their head, spear in their side. Think about it for a time, if you can. Savor the thought.
Yeah, now, you have a small glimpse of what God felt. And only a small one.
This really affected me. I watched this video with someone I cared about like that. They were right beside me, it made it more potent. Picturing this, pain ripped through my heart. I can't imagine. Thinking of it now, it's still hard. No wonder He turned His face away.
I have a very small glimpse of how God felt. Like He was being stabbed, like He would do anything to take it away from Jesus, His son and best friend.
He didn't. He could've. But He didn't. Why? Because He loved us more. He knew we were sick and needed saved. He let Jesus, part of Himself, suffer and suffocate and die alone. Why? Because He loved us that much. He was mocked and humiliated and abandoned by everyone. Why? Because He loved us that much. He was stabbed and spat on and tortured. Why? Because He loved us. That much.
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