Friday, April 6, 2012

Good Friday Reflection

Breathing is hard. 
With the weight of all that is falling on His shoulders standing is difficult but stand He must – for us.
We caused this moment. 
Our sins heaped upon Him hard and heavy.  Dark and bloody they drip over His being. 
He gasps and falls. 
They jeer.
He stands. 
They mumble.
With each strike of the hammer tearing into flesh, He willingly takes what isn’t His. 
It is ours.
Marring His beauty with our filth, it scars His body and sears our souls.
If you close your eyes, can you see it?
Can you smell the blood, the sweat?
Can you hear Him struggle for His very breath?
For you, for me…He suffered and died.
Fierce grace.

© A Sacred Longing 2009-2012

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