There is an image that haunts me at times and today was one of those days. When this image controls my thoughts I can’t stop the tears. I can’t stop the pain. They spat on him. My Jesus. The one whom I love more than anyone was spat on. They beat him beyond recognition. The one whom I love was beaten. They thrust thorns into his scalp. The one whom I love winced in pain at the thorns. They drove nails thru his wrist, his feet. The one I love cried out in pain because of the nails. I cry because I can’t bare the image without hurt. Without pain and tears. I cry because when I say they, I really mean me. The one I love the most endured for me. For you. Forgive us Lord!!!
What an amazing Savior!!