This man I know suffered the most horrendous death recorded in history. It was bad enough that they humiliated and mocked him. Spitting in his face, spewing out profanity, screaming it in his ears. Laughing at him, criticizing and ridiculing him to a point no human should ever have to endure.
Then on top of that they pushed him, shoved him, kicked him. Ribs probably broke, skin torn open. The more he bleed, the more they laughed. They were like wild animals with the first taste of fresh blood.
That was only the beginning. They had whips that were laced with bone chips. They beat him from head to toe. Ripping and shredding flesh. Slicing through his skin like razor blades. The blood was flying with every fresh blow.
Several times he would stumble to his knees, unable to even keep him self standing. They'd take the opportunity to kick in a few more ribs. Stomp on his already bruised, battered and bleeding body. His blood pressure dropped, he was weakening but was forced to go on and endure more.
Then when he could barely walk, they loaded him down with a beam to carry up the hill. Splinters digging into what was left of the skin on his beaten body. The crowd grew around him, mocking him more.
He could barely breath or even swallow anymore. He was dehydrated and tired. A trail of blood behind him all the way up the hill.
When he thought maybe the worse was over, they took spikes nearly the size of railroad spikes and drove them into his wrists and feet. Hanging him on the beam he had been forced to carry. Bones shattered, ligaments and nerves destroyed beyond repair. Arteries and veins spewing blood.
The beam was dropped recklessly into the hole in the ground they had dug. Racking his body with yet more pain. On his head they fashioned a crown that had thorns; some nearly an inch long. Tearing into his head and blood running down his face, into his eyes and mouth, dripping on the ground below.
One man, feeling a little pity perhaps, soaked a cloth in bitter liquid and rose it on a stick so that he could moisten his mouth. When they were sure that the life had been beaten out of him, they took a spear and jabbed it into his side. Blood and water squirting out.
Is that what your picture of Jesus looks like? Most pictures have a meek looking man hanging from a cross with a little trickle of blood running down his forehead from the crown of thorns. Maybe a little on his hands where the nails were.
Jesus suffered an unbelievable death. One of the very worst known to man, and surely the worst seen at his time. Blood didn't just trickle or have a couple splatters here and there. His blood was flowing, pouring out of him.
Why would anyone deserve such punishment? How could anyone endure it? Why would they? Especially when they could have escaped it. What on earth did he do it for??!
I'll tell you; he did it for you. To pay for your sins, to give you eternal life. He suffered this horrible death so that you could be free.
I hope this graphic story made you stop and think today of what the Lord has done for you. More over, I pray it causes you to stop and thank Him. Jesus loves you so much that He took that pain in your place.
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