TITLE: Who is this man? By Weeping Skye 10/05/09 |
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Looking at the man, I ask him, who are you? What have you done? No reply. Oh well, probably just another common thief, like the other two.
I lay him on the cross and place one foot on top of the other. Then with a large nail in my left hand and a hammer in my right, I start driving the nail through his feet. His boby twitches and jerks. I hear the hammer hit the nail…TINK…TINK…TINK!!! His flesh tears and blood runs down his feet to the cross and finally to the ground. The very ground sounds like it’s moaning, yet this man says nothing.
Now I take his left arm and stretch it tight on the cross. With another nail placed in his hand I drive it through to the rugged wood beneath. I turn and look at his face, expecting to see anger and hate. Instead there are only looks of love and compassion. He looked as if he felt sorry for me.
A cold chill runs down my spine. Quite shaken, I take his other arm and stretch it out. My mind wanders. Could this really be the Son of God? I loose myself in the thought. The nail slips from my hand and before I can reach for it…this man…this man, who I beat. Who I mocked. Who I laughed at and spit upon…this man…handed me the nail.
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