As I watched the show Jesus this afternoon I couldn't help but marvel all over again at how much love God showed by offering His only son to save us from our sins.
I have read the gospel many times and in different versions. I reminded myself that I was watching actors on set. I saw the more gruesome Passion of the Christ long before. Yet, as the dreaded whip came down upon the bare and bleeding back of Jesus Christ, so too came the tears from my eyes as if it were the first time I knew of this great sacrifice. The cross came up, and I shuddered at the pained figure nailed to it. I could not help but cry.
And yesterday all I could think about was how boring life was just being stuck at home. But now I am quite thankful, so very thankful, that I have the luxury of time to rediscover the life of God's great son Jesus Christ. It has renewed in me a sense of purpose regarding how I should live my life, the life redeemed by blood.
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