I keep seeing him carrying the cross! It brings weeping… It brings deep sadness to my heart as I picture it. Imagine lifting a crosstie on your shoulder. Imagine doing that after your back was beaten to the point that muscle, ribs and tendons were exposed. Imagine the burning in your muscles as you were beaten while you endured the weight of that splitter filled, rough carved cross. Imagine that large piece of wood hitting against the thorns fastened to your head. Picture unrelenting fatigue from no rest and endless loss of blood. Now look deep… imagine enduring all of this when you know you did nothing wrong. It’s hard to imagine a love that strong.
OH HOW HE LOVES US!
I Love You!