I think about the moments right before Jesus took his final breath on that cross
What was he thinking?
What kept him going?
How did he keep his anger in check?
How did he not just break down and cry and scream?
These thoughts keep me up
But maybe it is because I am a human
Maybe it's the pride in me
Wanting revenge, wanting to judge, wanting...
It's a good thing Jesus was both
Man
And
God
For he was
Is
and forevermore
will be
Just
Loving
Merciful
He saw our indiscretions
He felt our hatred
He had to endure immeasurable pain
And not once did he drop the cross and call it quits
Yell at everyone
"ENOUGH! You have never changed, you will never change"
When he was on the cross
Feeling the weight of sin from those who would kill his people
From those who would deny his existence
Would say he was not a real
And still
STILL
He died on the cross
Because he loved us
I cannot imagine that kind of love
I cannot fathom that, that love
Is for me
I cannot comprehend that his love is that great
That wide
That encompassing
And yet
It is
For he is
