Good Friday.
Hearing the Gospel describing Jesus' death shocks me.
Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
My struggles are nothing.
I wonder how society can be so, so, so, ...
I can't describe it.
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
I hear society (to a much greater extent) in the Gospel.
Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?
Earlier Jesus says we must...
Love one another.
As I have loved you, so love one another.
Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you.
He does this, always.
We do not.
Were you there when they pierced him in the side?
He goes to the cross to save us.
Were you there when the sun refused to shine?
He dies for us.
Were you there when the sun refused to shine?
Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble...
It is finished.
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