Tears of Joy
Isaiah 53:5
"But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities, The chastisement for our peace was upon Him, And by His stripes, we are healed."
wounded- pierced through
bruised- crushed
stripes- blows that cut in
I saw the Passion tonight. Wow. That's the only word I can say. When I first read this verse, it didn't ever really occur to me all that He went through. But this movie totally opened my eyes. I always knew that stripes were from being whipped, but it wasn't humanly possibly for me to visualize how they continuously beat Him, all until the point where they almost killed Him. The thing that struck me the hardest: the soldiers and the people ENJOYED tormenting Him and never thought anything of what they were doing and who it was....
....words cannot describe the way that movie makes you feel. If you have seen it before, I think you know the feeling.
I was utterly amazed at the three mexican kids in front of me. They laughed. I was so mad. Finally I kicked their chair and said, Why the heck are you laughing! They shut up after that. But if you are in a movie like that, how can you have the nerve to disrespect it like that? Unbelieveable.
Not a word was spoken when everyone exited the theatre. Every single woman was bawling, I was uncontrollably. It was hard for me. I can't tolerate much, but it was something that I needed spiritually and for an awakening. Parts of me feel that the crucifixtion has been explained sugar-coated lately. And the world needs to know how deadly it was. I give Mel Gibson a lot of credit, especially for not holding back one bit.
That pretty much summed up my day. Nothing else I did was really important. My mind is elsewhere. I know that this movie was a life-changing experience. "Once was enough for me!"
"But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities, The chastisement for our peace was upon Him, And by His stripes, we are healed."
wounded- pierced through
bruised- crushed
stripes- blows that cut in
I saw the Passion tonight. Wow. That's the only word I can say. When I first read this verse, it didn't ever really occur to me all that He went through. But this movie totally opened my eyes. I always knew that stripes were from being whipped, but it wasn't humanly possibly for me to visualize how they continuously beat Him, all until the point where they almost killed Him. The thing that struck me the hardest: the soldiers and the people ENJOYED tormenting Him and never thought anything of what they were doing and who it was....
....words cannot describe the way that movie makes you feel. If you have seen it before, I think you know the feeling.
I was utterly amazed at the three mexican kids in front of me. They laughed. I was so mad. Finally I kicked their chair and said, Why the heck are you laughing! They shut up after that. But if you are in a movie like that, how can you have the nerve to disrespect it like that? Unbelieveable.
Not a word was spoken when everyone exited the theatre. Every single woman was bawling, I was uncontrollably. It was hard for me. I can't tolerate much, but it was something that I needed spiritually and for an awakening. Parts of me feel that the crucifixtion has been explained sugar-coated lately. And the world needs to know how deadly it was. I give Mel Gibson a lot of credit, especially for not holding back one bit.
That pretty much summed up my day. Nothing else I did was really important. My mind is elsewhere. I know that this movie was a life-changing experience. "Once was enough for me!"