About half an hour ago as I was washing the dishes, a dish suddenly broke in two, causing a cut in my right hand right by my thumb. As I took the pain in (for the cut is somewhat deep) I saw how the blood kept coming out of my hand to the outside and started covering my entire hand. I ran to the bathroom to neutralize the flow of blood and to try to clean the cut a little. I poured a lot of water and soap on my hand and then alcohol, which hurt a bit but not much really. As I was trying to stop the flow of blood, I realized something…and it was a great lesson for me tonight:
We have all sinned and we all sin. We all have our weaknesses and points by which the devil attacks us and seeks to destroy us. When we sin, we seek for the Lord’s forgiveness and He certainly forgives us and takes us back, for in this time we sought Him first; However, when one does not stop the flesh, one continues sinning and sinning, falling in the same thing and bathing in our own vomit and blood day by day, there comes a point in which we no longer care and we become cold toward the gospel…we become rebels toward the Lord Jesus Christ Himself.
Blood flows and flows, falling from my hand into the sink, covering a large part of the sink. However, the pain was gone. Now the Holy Spirit literally transported me to another scenario: the passion of the Christ.
I’m not talking about the movie, but to the suffering of Christ. Mine was but an insignificant little cut compared to the bleeding out of my God…for me. When I see my blood flor, I see the whips with large bones and other sharp objects piercing the skin of my Lord and tearing it without mercy. Time stops. Blood is spilt everywhere, thus creating a bloody masterpiece before all Romans and Jews witnessing the flagellation of the Lord. My wound bleeds a little, his flows without stopping. Millions of wounds throughout his entire body.
"1,2,3,4,5..." The pain is unbearable. "21, 22,23,24,25..." The whip falls on the Lord’s face, deforming it as it is pulled back, ripping large pieces of it as it is taken back by the punisher.
"35,36,37,38.............." Years seemed to have passed since the Roman punisher started flagellating the Lord. Forty minus one…one more…
"39!" The week knees of the Roman officers are tired. They must rest. They have been flagellating the Lord with so much fervor that their human bodies cannot hold it any longer. Jesus’ pain goes beyond unbearable. None of his loins answer his brain anymore, each time he moves his eyes, pain overcomes him and each time he breathes his pierced lunges beg to be let to die. But the Lord knows it is but begun, it is not over yet…two Roman officers order him to stand up. Two Roman officers grab his arms and drag him over to the presence of the Jews, leaving a trail of blood in his way. Before going to the Jews, the soldiers have their way with Jesus. The crown of thorns I places over his head, which pierces his head (where the greater concentration of blood is because of the brain) causing blood to flow without control and also causing his sight to fail. The King of Glory…deformed. The Prince of Peace…tormented and massacrated by men.
"Here is the King of the Jews! "
"Our only king is Caesar! Free Barrabas! If you free this Jesus you are not the friend of Caesar! "
"Crucify Him!"
Even thought the Lord knew this was the consumation of his misión on Earth, terror overtook Him when he heard the phrase pronounced by people created in His image, and by people to whom the Promise had been destined to…it was even worse than his pain.
"What…evil has he done?"
"Let his blood…be on us and our children!"
More than the physical torture, this phrase saddened and hurt him more than everything they had done to Him. With little strength, the Lord whispered: “Amen.”
...
The weight of the incredibly heavy cross opened the Lord’s wounds even more. But He knew the end was but a few hours far. The Romans pulled Jesus and stripped Him of his clothes, then they laid Him over his own cross and prepared the gigantic nails. They tried to place His arms in the right position to nail his hands but…they didn’t reach. The huge loss of blood and the mistreatment by which His muscles went through had contracted his muscles. The Romans then tied ropes around his arms and pulled in each side with all their might so as to release the muscles. His bones and tendons cracked. Every fiber of his being cried out in pain to its maximum potency. Once the arms had been stretched, the first oficial prepared the hammer and…the nail.
Time slows its pace…the Roman officer extended his arm and with great strength lets it fall down over the nail placed over the hand of the Lord. The nail pierces his hand, destroying veins, tendons, nerves, and skin in its path. The nail goes through all the way into the wood of the cross and is set firmly in it. Great cries of pain and anguish are heard from the Lord and the ones witnessing his crucifixion.
The same process is repeated with the other hand…time slows down even more…the cross is turned over, and the Romans let it fall all the way to the ground, hitting His face with the impact on the ground and His bleeding body. The Romans fold the edges of the nails to fasten them and then turned the cross over again, furthering the pain and anguish of the Lord to its limit.
Finally…the cross begins to rise…
"Take this and eat, this is my body that is broken for you, do this in memory of me…”
The cross continues its rise.
"This is my blood that is shed for you. Do this everytime you drink this in memory of me. And every time you do it, the Lord’s death you announce until He returns.”
The cross stops...
The wind blows silently. An entire night of conspiracies and one day of inhuman suffering make the cross seem a place of final rest.
The wounds make the Lord struggle for air. Wood pieces pierce his body. The position he is in doesn’t let him breathe, and since His lungs are pierced, he has to lift his body’s weight in order to breathe. But his knees quickly give away.
“Father…forgive them…for…for they know not w…what they are..d…doing…”
"If you are the Son of God....come down from that cross and take us down too!!"
"Have you…no…respect for God!? We have justly received our punishment…but…Him…what…what has He done? Lord…re…remember…me…when you…when you come…in your Kingdom.”
The Lord, despite being completely destroyed and deformed manages to smile in such a way that the hurt of the thief is renewed and filled with joy.
"Verily…I tell…you…to…today y…you will be w…with me in…p…paradise…”
…
“Eli! Eli! Lama sabactani!?”
...
There’s an incredibly long and solemn silence in Heaven. There are thunders and black clouds. God the Father is indignated. The host of angels is shocked to see that from the Father’s eyes…tears are rolling down.
...
"It is finished! Father! In your…hands I p…place my…s…p…i…r…i…t…”
Thus he breathed long and gave His Spirit.
Immediately there was a great earthquake, one which no one had ever experienced. Dead resurrected, there were thunders and lightning.
...
The angels were terrorized. God was standing and his anger and anguish for His Son make the heavens’ foundations tremble…nature acts as God’s anger.
God tears the veil of the temple from top to bottom and many dead resurrect and return to the city.
"Truly this was the Son of God..."
...
Then I returned to the present time. That is what tonight’s wound showed me, or more correctly, what the Holy Spirit showed me through that wound.
Jesus is the Fountain of Life. This source poured itself until it was dead for you. Nothing else in this world, no other fountain has poured and given itself so much as the Lord. Being the Creator of trillions of galaxies, He chose you before the world’s foundation to be His son.
What I have narrated to you about Jesus’ death is a poor interpretation of the real suffering He went through…but imagine what he went through…FOR YOU!
I bleed…he bleeds to death…my death bleeds a little, He pours His entire life on the cross…
Who has ever shown greater love for you?
We have all sinned and we all sin. We all have our weaknesses and points by which the devil attacks us and seeks to destroy us. When we sin, we seek for the Lord’s forgiveness and He certainly forgives us and takes us back, for in this time we sought Him first; However, when one does not stop the flesh, one continues sinning and sinning, falling in the same thing and bathing in our own vomit and blood day by day, there comes a point in which we no longer care and we become cold toward the gospel…we become rebels toward the Lord Jesus Christ Himself.
Blood flows and flows, falling from my hand into the sink, covering a large part of the sink. However, the pain was gone. Now the Holy Spirit literally transported me to another scenario: the passion of the Christ.
I’m not talking about the movie, but to the suffering of Christ. Mine was but an insignificant little cut compared to the bleeding out of my God…for me. When I see my blood flor, I see the whips with large bones and other sharp objects piercing the skin of my Lord and tearing it without mercy. Time stops. Blood is spilt everywhere, thus creating a bloody masterpiece before all Romans and Jews witnessing the flagellation of the Lord. My wound bleeds a little, his flows without stopping. Millions of wounds throughout his entire body.
"1,2,3,4,5..." The pain is unbearable. "21, 22,23,24,25..." The whip falls on the Lord’s face, deforming it as it is pulled back, ripping large pieces of it as it is taken back by the punisher.
"35,36,37,38.............." Years seemed to have passed since the Roman punisher started flagellating the Lord. Forty minus one…one more…
"39!" The week knees of the Roman officers are tired. They must rest. They have been flagellating the Lord with so much fervor that their human bodies cannot hold it any longer. Jesus’ pain goes beyond unbearable. None of his loins answer his brain anymore, each time he moves his eyes, pain overcomes him and each time he breathes his pierced lunges beg to be let to die. But the Lord knows it is but begun, it is not over yet…two Roman officers order him to stand up. Two Roman officers grab his arms and drag him over to the presence of the Jews, leaving a trail of blood in his way. Before going to the Jews, the soldiers have their way with Jesus. The crown of thorns I places over his head, which pierces his head (where the greater concentration of blood is because of the brain) causing blood to flow without control and also causing his sight to fail. The King of Glory…deformed. The Prince of Peace…tormented and massacrated by men.
"Here is the King of the Jews! "
"Our only king is Caesar! Free Barrabas! If you free this Jesus you are not the friend of Caesar! "
"Crucify Him!"
Even thought the Lord knew this was the consumation of his misión on Earth, terror overtook Him when he heard the phrase pronounced by people created in His image, and by people to whom the Promise had been destined to…it was even worse than his pain.
"What…evil has he done?"
"Let his blood…be on us and our children!"
More than the physical torture, this phrase saddened and hurt him more than everything they had done to Him. With little strength, the Lord whispered: “Amen.”
...
The weight of the incredibly heavy cross opened the Lord’s wounds even more. But He knew the end was but a few hours far. The Romans pulled Jesus and stripped Him of his clothes, then they laid Him over his own cross and prepared the gigantic nails. They tried to place His arms in the right position to nail his hands but…they didn’t reach. The huge loss of blood and the mistreatment by which His muscles went through had contracted his muscles. The Romans then tied ropes around his arms and pulled in each side with all their might so as to release the muscles. His bones and tendons cracked. Every fiber of his being cried out in pain to its maximum potency. Once the arms had been stretched, the first oficial prepared the hammer and…the nail.
Time slows its pace…the Roman officer extended his arm and with great strength lets it fall down over the nail placed over the hand of the Lord. The nail pierces his hand, destroying veins, tendons, nerves, and skin in its path. The nail goes through all the way into the wood of the cross and is set firmly in it. Great cries of pain and anguish are heard from the Lord and the ones witnessing his crucifixion.
The same process is repeated with the other hand…time slows down even more…the cross is turned over, and the Romans let it fall all the way to the ground, hitting His face with the impact on the ground and His bleeding body. The Romans fold the edges of the nails to fasten them and then turned the cross over again, furthering the pain and anguish of the Lord to its limit.
Finally…the cross begins to rise…
"Take this and eat, this is my body that is broken for you, do this in memory of me…”
The cross continues its rise.
"This is my blood that is shed for you. Do this everytime you drink this in memory of me. And every time you do it, the Lord’s death you announce until He returns.”
The cross stops...
The wind blows silently. An entire night of conspiracies and one day of inhuman suffering make the cross seem a place of final rest.
The wounds make the Lord struggle for air. Wood pieces pierce his body. The position he is in doesn’t let him breathe, and since His lungs are pierced, he has to lift his body’s weight in order to breathe. But his knees quickly give away.
“Father…forgive them…for…for they know not w…what they are..d…doing…”
"If you are the Son of God....come down from that cross and take us down too!!"
"Have you…no…respect for God!? We have justly received our punishment…but…Him…what…what has He done? Lord…re…remember…me…when you…when you come…in your Kingdom.”
The Lord, despite being completely destroyed and deformed manages to smile in such a way that the hurt of the thief is renewed and filled with joy.
"Verily…I tell…you…to…today y…you will be w…with me in…p…paradise…”
…
“Eli! Eli! Lama sabactani!?”
...
There’s an incredibly long and solemn silence in Heaven. There are thunders and black clouds. God the Father is indignated. The host of angels is shocked to see that from the Father’s eyes…tears are rolling down.
...
"It is finished! Father! In your…hands I p…place my…s…p…i…r…i…t…”
Thus he breathed long and gave His Spirit.
Immediately there was a great earthquake, one which no one had ever experienced. Dead resurrected, there were thunders and lightning.
...
The angels were terrorized. God was standing and his anger and anguish for His Son make the heavens’ foundations tremble…nature acts as God’s anger.
God tears the veil of the temple from top to bottom and many dead resurrect and return to the city.
"Truly this was the Son of God..."
...
Then I returned to the present time. That is what tonight’s wound showed me, or more correctly, what the Holy Spirit showed me through that wound.
Jesus is the Fountain of Life. This source poured itself until it was dead for you. Nothing else in this world, no other fountain has poured and given itself so much as the Lord. Being the Creator of trillions of galaxies, He chose you before the world’s foundation to be His son.
What I have narrated to you about Jesus’ death is a poor interpretation of the real suffering He went through…but imagine what he went through…FOR YOU!
I bleed…he bleeds to death…my death bleeds a little, He pours His entire life on the cross…
Who has ever shown greater love for you?
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