He opened not His mouth

thornsThis week I re-watched “The Passion of The Christ“. It was almost unbearable to watch Jesus’ constant beating. Can you imagine carrying a cross, wearing a crown of thorns, your face draped in blood and suffering the way Jesus did? I cannot fathom what must have been indescribable, excruciating pain – having something wicked rake your flesh down to the bone time and time again. Can you imagine yourself in that suffering, being spit on, mocked and betrayed by one you loved when you have committed no crime, done no wrong? Can you imagine having to go through all that and not utter a word? To endure torture to save the souls of people unknown to you and to acquiesce to such treatment – could you do what Jesus did?

Jesus died for me. Jesus died for you.

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