Barrd
His Humble Servant
Consider the magnitude of it.
God...the Most Holy High God Himself...
Steps down from His throne.
Leaving His Glory behind, He manifests Himself in the form of a tiny infant, born to a poor virgin here on earth....and this at a time before there were things like electric lights, or automobiles, or cell phones, or indoor plumbing...all of which we take for granted....and all of which are but silly toys to the Creator of the Universe. I mean, talk about slumming!
And then, after walking around talking with sweating, jostling crowds all over Gallilee and Judea and the surrounding area for three years...He allows Himself...God Himself, allows Himself to be taken as a criminal, and, in a sham of a very illegal night trial, found guilty of blaspheme. He...God Himself...is slapped, He is spit upon, He is beaten severely...He is whipped with a cruel Roman flagellum, or whip, with bits of rock and bone tied into it's lashes...whipped 49 vicious strokes that cut the flesh of His back to ribbons. And don't forget the crown of thorns forced down over His noble head...what a travesty! And then He was marched through the city....God HImself....carrying a cruel Roman cross on His poor bloody back...until the Centurion took pity on Him and ordered another man to carry it for Him. He was weak from the loss of blood and from the outrageous treatment He had received at the hands of wicked men.
And then...oh I can hardly bear to tell it. But I want people to understand...crucifixion is not just a pretty church word. It is a harsh reality.
No, I will not go into detail again tonight....I've done it once already today, and it is emotionally exhausting...
God...the Most Holy High God Himself...
Steps down from His throne.
Leaving His Glory behind, He manifests Himself in the form of a tiny infant, born to a poor virgin here on earth....and this at a time before there were things like electric lights, or automobiles, or cell phones, or indoor plumbing...all of which we take for granted....and all of which are but silly toys to the Creator of the Universe. I mean, talk about slumming!
And then, after walking around talking with sweating, jostling crowds all over Gallilee and Judea and the surrounding area for three years...He allows Himself...God Himself, allows Himself to be taken as a criminal, and, in a sham of a very illegal night trial, found guilty of blaspheme. He...God Himself...is slapped, He is spit upon, He is beaten severely...He is whipped with a cruel Roman flagellum, or whip, with bits of rock and bone tied into it's lashes...whipped 49 vicious strokes that cut the flesh of His back to ribbons. And don't forget the crown of thorns forced down over His noble head...what a travesty! And then He was marched through the city....God HImself....carrying a cruel Roman cross on His poor bloody back...until the Centurion took pity on Him and ordered another man to carry it for Him. He was weak from the loss of blood and from the outrageous treatment He had received at the hands of wicked men.
And then...oh I can hardly bear to tell it. But I want people to understand...crucifixion is not just a pretty church word. It is a harsh reality.
No, I will not go into detail again tonight....I've done it once already today, and it is emotionally exhausting...