Jesus.
I read your story
Your experience
Your betrayal
Your pain.
I read it to the people
And I heard the crowds cry
In passionate response:
"Crucify Him! Crucify Him!".
I stood with you
For but a moment
And I felt your pain
Your rejection
Your abandonment
Your fear.
I stood with you
Ready to cry
Ready to flee
Ready to give up.
For but only a moment
I stood with you.
And yet,
In that moment
I learned
That you truly understand
Our fears
Our grief
Our desperation
Our hopelessness.
You understand
How we feel
Always.
Even though
I only experienced
Your pain
For but a moment.
*This was written as part of my Good Friday reflection... still very much in draft.
