imagine...being in HIS shoes...
"one of you is going to hand Me over to the conspirators,
one who at this moment is eating with Me."
"this is My body...this is My blood."
"this very night, you will deny Me three times..."
"He plunged into a sinkhole of agony. He told them, I feel bad
enough right now to die. Stay here and keep vigil with Me."
"Going a little ahead, He prayed for a way out: 'Papa, Father,
You can-can't You?-get Me out of this! Take this cup away from me.
But please, not what I want-what do You want?'"
"He came back and found them asleep...'Simon, you went to sleep
on me? Can't you stick it out with me a single hour?'"
"Judas...showed up, and with him a gang of ruffians...
brandishing swords and clubs....
he went straight to Jesus...
the others then grabbed Him and roughed Him up."
"all the disciples cut and ran..."
"they condemned Him, one and all. the sentence: death.
some of them started spitting at Him."
"Peter got really nervous and swore, "I never laid eyes on this man
you're talking about." Just then the rooster crowed a second time.
Peter remembered how Jesus had said, 'Before a rooster crows twice,
you'll deny me three times...'"
one who at this moment is eating with Me."
"this is My body...this is My blood."
"this very night, you will deny Me three times..."
"He plunged into a sinkhole of agony. He told them, I feel bad
enough right now to die. Stay here and keep vigil with Me."
"Going a little ahead, He prayed for a way out: 'Papa, Father,
You can-can't You?-get Me out of this! Take this cup away from me.
But please, not what I want-what do You want?'"
"He came back and found them asleep...'Simon, you went to sleep
on me? Can't you stick it out with me a single hour?'"
"Judas...showed up, and with him a gang of ruffians...
brandishing swords and clubs....
he went straight to Jesus...
the others then grabbed Him and roughed Him up."
"all the disciples cut and ran..."
"they condemned Him, one and all. the sentence: death.
some of them started spitting at Him."
"Peter got really nervous and swore, "I never laid eyes on this man
you're talking about." Just then the rooster crowed a second time.
Peter remembered how Jesus had said, 'Before a rooster crows twice,
you'll deny me three times...'"
can you imagine?
despair.
loneliness.
betrayed.
abandoned by everyone He loved...
His followers.
His disciples.
His closest friends...
even His Father turned His eyes away...
completely alone in the world.
condemned to death.
heavy-laden.
the sheer weight of it all!
carrying the weight of the world's sin on his shoulders.
can you imagine?
it's been said that Jesus didn't die from physical wounds,
but of a broken heart.
i believe it.
not only did i spit on You,
turn away from You,
deny You,
and run from You...
but You bore my burden, on top of it all...
and You did...
because of the joy set before You...
because of Your love for Your creation...
for us.
rethinking the Gospel.
rethinking what You went through for us.
thank You.
despair.
loneliness.
betrayed.
abandoned by everyone He loved...
His followers.
His disciples.
His closest friends...
even His Father turned His eyes away...
completely alone in the world.
condemned to death.
heavy-laden.
the sheer weight of it all!
carrying the weight of the world's sin on his shoulders.
"He was looked down on and passed over,
a man who suffered, who knew pain firsthand.
One look at him and people turned away.
We looked down on him, thought he was scum.
But the fact is, it was our pains he carried—
our disfigurements, all the things wrong with us.
We thought he brought it on himself,
that God was punishing him for his own failures.
But it was our sins that did that to him,
that ripped and tore and crushed him—our sins!
He took the punishment, and that made us whole.
Through his bruises we get healed.
We're all like sheep who've wandered off and gotten lost.
We've all done our own thing, gone our own way.
And God has piled all our sins, everything we've done wrong,
on him, on him."
a man who suffered, who knew pain firsthand.
One look at him and people turned away.
We looked down on him, thought he was scum.
But the fact is, it was our pains he carried—
our disfigurements, all the things wrong with us.
We thought he brought it on himself,
that God was punishing him for his own failures.
But it was our sins that did that to him,
that ripped and tore and crushed him—our sins!
He took the punishment, and that made us whole.
Through his bruises we get healed.
We're all like sheep who've wandered off and gotten lost.
We've all done our own thing, gone our own way.
And God has piled all our sins, everything we've done wrong,
on him, on him."
can you imagine?
it's been said that Jesus didn't die from physical wounds,
but of a broken heart.
i believe it.
not only did i spit on You,
turn away from You,
deny You,
and run from You...
but You bore my burden, on top of it all...
and You did...
because of the joy set before You...
because of Your love for Your creation...
for us.
rethinking the Gospel.
rethinking what You went through for us.
thank You.
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