Christ saved us.
That's a blessed miracle in and of
itself. There's so many ways to look at what he accomplished, so
many things we can learn and take from it. At the moment, I am
thinking of one in particular, one that shows the consistency of his
message to us.
Christ allowed this to happen to
Himself for us.
Now, put yourself in his position. Your captors punished you, forced a crown of thorns on top
of your head, the pricks deep enough to draw blood to trickle droplets down your face and through your hair. You're being beaten, whipped, spit at, jeered, humiliated and ridiculed. Your
friends are hiding and watching from a distance. You know why you're
doing it and you understand that it's the only way to accomplish the
reason for your assuming life as man.
Christ never fought back.
You hung on a cross between two thieves
who argue. One mocks you, the other asks for you to remember him. One
lacked faith and the other became filled with it.
Christ forgave.
He told the prisoner with faith that he
would have a place in Heaven. He asked his Father to forgive those
who did this, for they knew not what they were doing.
At no point in this story did Christ
resist. He gave himself up willingly and accepted more pain and agony
than the human body and mind could stand without an iron strength of will and
desire.
Finally – and here's what strikes me
– at any point in time during all of this, he could have stopped
it. He could have crushed all those against him and took over
the world. After all, wasn't he God?
So why didn't he?
Love.
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