With every crack of the whip, with every beat of the fists, the multitude stood in awe and winced at the inflicted pain which our Lord and Savior had to bear. A chosen payment for the crimes we chose to commit, a high price for redemption. The pain reveals itself in the flowing of blood, the nails, the ripped skin on His back, and the separation from God, how deep Lord, must you have hurt.
Lord Jesus, it must have pained you so to know you had to come, it must have crushed God to send his only begotten son, but the pain that you would suffer would not deter the Father, so it would not deter the Son.
The multitude saw and then they felt, but our Lord Jesus felt and then he saw. The pain of foreknowing gives me “A Glimpse of Jesus” I can’t explain.
Anthony M Love 2-28-2005 ©
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