It was a long night. Jesus didn't get any rest and neither did his disciples. While they couldn't stay awake with him in the garden while he prayed, now they are wrestling with themselves. Why did they scatter? Why were they afraid? Why was this happening?
I'm sure they didn't sleep. They were too busy beating themselves up. Yet too afraid to do anything about what had happened.
On the other side of town, Jesus is being marched from one part of the city to the other. Beaten, abused, tried, condemned.
A Crown of thorns, a royal garment, another parade, along a different route which would be later called the way of suffering (Via Dolorosa)...to Skull Hill where he was crucified...
...like a criminal, with common criminals.
And then he died...
...but not before proclaiming his purpose and carrying it out right away, forgiving those who "know not what they do" and honoring a faithful request from a fellow crucifix.
This Jesus...
God Took Him
God Blessed Him
God allowed Him to be broken
Then Jesus Gave himself for us...
...and said, "It is finished."
Prayer: Jesus, we don't deserve what you did for us, but we accept it, and we thank you, thank you, thank you! Amen.
Peace ><>
Pastor Chris
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