Sometimes, it seems, that we think we're the only ones who suffered in this life. To the Vietnam war veteran who had to live a life of disability after exposure to the chemical agent orange during his tour of duty, it is easy to see why this is true for you. To the grieving widow who lost her husband through a sudden death you may believe that no one has suffered as mightily as you. To the parents who suffered the loss a child, or in some cases multiple of children, it is easy to see why you would see your suffering a gross injustice in the order of things. To the Iraq war veterans suffering from traumatic brain injuries and opioid addiction just to cope, you may have this similar thought.
For the nurses and emergency front line workers who watch their counterparts succumb to the corona virus who when they try to educate their non medical friends of the need to social distance and wear the mask they are ridicule and mocked as if they were part of the grand conspiracy.
Yet, as we head into the holiest week of Christianity beginning with Palm Sunday and ending with His resurrection on Easter Sunday, I'm reminded that there is one who has suffered greater than all of us- Jesus Christ, God's gift of salvation and the one who finally conquered death for all of us.
Imagine, if you will, you stepped back into time and were one of the eye-witnesses to the torture and beatings of Jesus. You were there when He did his first miracle of turning water into wine for the wedding feast. You were there when Jesus healed the blind person so he could once again see, and you were even there when when Jesus gave his Sermon on the mount. But, on this dreary night you watched this man mocked, ridiculed, his clothes torn from him, with vicious Roman soldiers nailing him to the cross using rudimentary tools that caused maximum pain.
Imagine, listening to your heart rate beating faster as you wonder if you should say something to stop the carnival beating of your friend Jesus? But, you know if you said anything their depraved mind may put you on the cross beside Jesus as a Christ sympathizer- so you say nothing. The only thing you could do was weep for your friend.
Imagine, if you will, staying at that site until Jesus takes his final breath, but just before he does you faintly hear him say, "It is finished" as he looks up toward heaven before dying.
As most others did, you walked home weeping and crying as if none of what Jesus said in the stories you heard no longer matter. Then on Sunday morning you arise early and from afar you could see this man who supposedly died come back to life- He is alive! How could it be, you wondered? Your mind goes back to the very sayings you heard from Jesus: "I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life. No one comes to the Father except through me, or the one he said to the blind man's parents that he was made this way so that the works of God could be displayed in him"
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