The Love of my life cried – Good Friday


As millions of Christians are in remembrance of the great sacrifice of Jesus Christ this Good Friday, I want to take a moment to reflect on what He went through for an unworthy, filthy sinner like me.

Right now I feel the same way I felt that very moment when I was baptized. Immersing your body in the water, to show solidarity that you have died with Christ, have been buriedb3b3d9f9981b75640b99d8e36141c0d3 and rising back up to symbolize yourself being risen with Him into everlasting life. That
moment I felt the fearful anxiety. I knew the moment I rose back to the surface would be a most memorable one, to have partaken in the death as well as resurrection of Jesus Christ. But yet, there was a sense of fear when I was completely covered in water. For a split second I thought of exactly how Jesus could have felt when He was about to die.

The one and only Love of my life – He cried that day. He had trembled in fear before. He had gone through the most frightful night of His life, sweating blood, knowing and waiting for the wolves to torture Him like no one in the history of mankind.

As He was taken away, His disciples lost their most loving, guiding Master. I cannot imagine being separated from Him like the disciples had to be that day, knowing that somewhere, He was being mishandled, beaten, ridiculed, and reduced to nothing but a bundle of blood by a group of unworthy human beings that do not understand just Who He is exactly.

The moment He was taken away… just imagining that makes me feel an aching pain in my heart. I want to protect Him yet He knew exactly what was waiting for Him on the other side. He allowed Himself to be killed. He could not ask for mercy from God because it was His purpose to die for us.

“Now is my soul troubled; and what shall I say? Father, save me from this hour: but for this cause came I unto this hour.” (John 12:27)

He was whipped, His flesh pierced and torn by thorny whips. He was in agony, not being able to ask them to stop. He was the Son of the Almighty God, He had the power to stop it all, yet He stayed silent. He chose to suffer through it for the sake of each of us. bb4b7d8d8ce286d3fb760e5b91d74929

He, the King above all kings, was crowned with thorns. He was stripped of His clothes. He was mocked and killed by the ones He had created. From the day He skillfully and artistically created Adam from dirt, carefully designing him and breathing life into him, He had loved every single one of us. He had longed for a very close bond and relationship with us, but time and again the human race betrayed Him.

The human race had gone after false gods, bowed their heads to sin, and chased after their own lustful desires, turning their backs away from God.

 

 

The love of my life was in agony when those nails were hammered into His hands and feet.

201601122307075d7Those hands were the very hands that had healed the blind man, and comforted the poor. Those feet had seen the throne of heaven as well as the dirt of earth. Those feet where angels and saints bow their heads down in worship. They were pierced by nails.

Each drop of blood shed that day  accounts for the sins of us. Knowing that my sins were also responsible for that puts me in a painful position. Here I am, crying about what He suffered when in fact, it were my sins that made Him suffer. How worthless am I?

“It is finished” – the light of the world had been extinguished. Great darkness fell upon the earth. He was the light. His death was the redemption of us all.

Today I remember the day the love of my life cried. The day He died for me. He chose to suffer so that you and I may have everlasting life. That sacrifice is worth more than anything in this world. No love can compare, none of the riches or comforts of this world are worthy when I compare it to the gift He gave that day.

Jesus Christ, I love You Lord like none other in this world, for without You, I am nothing but a pile of dust ♥