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Nail pierced hands they run with blood
A splitting brow forced by the thorns
His face is writhing with the pain yet it's comforting to me
-Kutless-"Passion"
Its been three days. In the moments of silent thought, while I'm working, in discussion and many others I find my mind comes back to one thing; Jesus death and Resurrection. I had the opportunity, truly a blessing really, to witness "The Passion of the Christ" in the theater this past Sunday and was moved beyond description. From the very first moment Christ(Jim Caviesal) appeared on screen in the garden of Gethsemane to the moment when the first lashing was dealt to his back and then all the way to the cross, to his death, than his renewed life I was astounded. The movie was violent. It was cold, uncaring, and rutheless. Every scar, every tear, every moan of pain was for me. It was beautiful, it was love, it was friendship, sacrifice, and joy. All this was meant for me as well. I wasn't there physically 2,000 plus years ago. I couldn't tell you what it felt like to be shoved through the crowd of onlookers cursing and calling for my friends death. What was it like for Simon to feel the burden of the Cross as he led Jesus to Golgotha? And what of the soldiers? What could it have felt like to have the Creators own blood upon their faces? I think about these things and what they mean for me and all those around me whom I love. My friend carried a beam of wood upon his bloodied and torn back all the way up a hill in the heat of the sun for me. I truly believe he pictured my face that day, that of mine and all those of whom I've seen and haven't. When life gets difficult we ALL tend to complain, argue, vent. But in light of his sacrifice, his gift, does any of our problems really carry weight compared to what he went through? Deep thoughts. Think deep and see all that he is. out.
A splitting brow forced by the thorns
His face is writhing with the pain yet it's comforting to me
-Kutless-"Passion"
Its been three days. In the moments of silent thought, while I'm working, in discussion and many others I find my mind comes back to one thing; Jesus death and Resurrection. I had the opportunity, truly a blessing really, to witness "The Passion of the Christ" in the theater this past Sunday and was moved beyond description. From the very first moment Christ(Jim Caviesal) appeared on screen in the garden of Gethsemane to the moment when the first lashing was dealt to his back and then all the way to the cross, to his death, than his renewed life I was astounded. The movie was violent. It was cold, uncaring, and rutheless. Every scar, every tear, every moan of pain was for me. It was beautiful, it was love, it was friendship, sacrifice, and joy. All this was meant for me as well. I wasn't there physically 2,000 plus years ago. I couldn't tell you what it felt like to be shoved through the crowd of onlookers cursing and calling for my friends death. What was it like for Simon to feel the burden of the Cross as he led Jesus to Golgotha? And what of the soldiers? What could it have felt like to have the Creators own blood upon their faces? I think about these things and what they mean for me and all those around me whom I love. My friend carried a beam of wood upon his bloodied and torn back all the way up a hill in the heat of the sun for me. I truly believe he pictured my face that day, that of mine and all those of whom I've seen and haven't. When life gets difficult we ALL tend to complain, argue, vent. But in light of his sacrifice, his gift, does any of our problems really carry weight compared to what he went through? Deep thoughts. Think deep and see all that he is. out.