Ever wonder why Jesus had to die such a horrible death? I mean I get that a perfect sacrifice was needed to satisfy a perfectly just God. But come on, crucifixion? Not just crucifixion, but a horrible scourging before that? Why the betrayal? Why the spineless disciples? Why? Why? Why?
I have a surgery coming up in a couple of weeks with several weeks of tough rehab to follow. To put it mildly and to save some self-respect, I will call my current state “nervous” and not “fearful” or “petrified.” I know that Jesus will be with me through the experience and that in the long run all will be well. Even in the days before, it’s hard to get what’s coming out of your mind. It helps to know that Jesus knows what I am going through and what I will go through. No matter how bad things get, Jesus had it worse.
I can’t imagine what it was like that night before in the garden. Jesus, with his divine knowledge of all the horrors that would happen in the day ahead. When we have “waiting room syndrome,” Jesus has been there in a way we can’t imagine. When something hurts, He’s been there and done that; only he had it much harder and much worse.
Even if it isn’t physical pain, if it’s a relationship hurt or a betrayal, Jesus had Judas and Peter and the rest of the “guys.”
To save me and make it possible for me to have relationship with God, He had to die. I am eternally grateful that He did. But He didn’t have to die or live the way He did. He did that so nothing would be too hard for me. Ain’t no mountain high enough, Ain’t no valley low enough, that He hasn’t traveled.
It wasn’t all necessary but man what an incredibly loving thing to do.
Think about that if you’re day isn’t perfect and be blessed.
Nick
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