The most heart-wrenching sight in the entire world to me is a crucifix.
Jesus didn't just get killed in some private execution.
He hung naked on a cross in front of everyone.
He took on all of our shame and our sin and our misery.
And he hung there, bleeding and aching and gasping for breath, naked.
And nothing moves me to tears faster than an image of Him on that cross.
Honestly, every time I see a crucifix, I am overcome with a desire to climb up next to Him on the cross and just wrap my arms around His body, doing anything possible to comfort Him during His passion.
But I'm left kneeling in front of the image, crying at the thought that I have killed my God, and even with His dying breath, He has loved me infinitely.
I'm praying for you!
No comments:
Post a Comment