Friday, March 9, 2012


He knew each of the faces so well.
He had created them.
He knew every smile, laugh, and shed tear,
but now they were contorted with rage and anger...
His heart broke,
but still
He walked.

Was He scared?
You and I would have been.
So His humanness would have mandated that He was.
He felt alone.
His disciples had left, denied, and even betrayed Him.
He searched the crowd for a loving face
and He saw very few.
Then He turned His eyes to the only One that mattered
and He knew that He would never be alone.
He looked back at the crowd,
at the people who were spitting at Him,
throwing rocks at Him
and mocking Him
and He knew
that because of Him,
they would never be alone.
So for them,
He walked.

The sounds of the hammer
striking the spikes echoed through the crowd.
The sounds of His cries echoed even louder,
The cheers of the crowd,
as His hands and feet
were nailed to the cross,
intensified with each blow.
Loudest of all
was the still small voice
inside His heart that whispered
"I am with you, My Son",
And God's heart broke.
He had let
His Son walk.

Jesus could have asked God to end His suffering,
but instead
He asked God to forgive.
Not to forgive Him,
but to forgive the ones who were persecuting Him.
As He hung on that cross,
dying an unimaginable death,
He looked out and saw,
not only the faces in the crowd,
but also,
the face of every person yet to be,
and his heart filled with love.
As His body was dying,
His heart was alive.
Alive with the limitless, unconditional love
He feels for each of us.
That is why He walked.

When I forget how much My God loves me,
I remember His walk.
When I wonder if I can be forgiven,
I remember His walk.
When I need to be reminded of how to live like Christ,
I think of His walk.
And to show Him how much I love Him,
I wake up each morning,
turn my eyes to Him,
And I walk.

-- Author Unknown

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