He could hear the crowds screaming
"crucify" "crucify"...
He could hear the hatred
in their voices,These were his
chosen people.He loved them,
And they were going to
crucify him.He was beaten,
bleeding and weakened...his heart was broken,
But still He Walked.
He could see the crowd as
he came from the palace.
He knew each of the faces so well.
He had created them.He knew every smile,
laugh,and shed tear,
But now they were contorted
with rage and anger..his heart broke,
But still He Walked.
Was he scared? You and I
would have been So his humanness
would have mandated that
he was.He felt alone.
His disciples had left,denied,and even
betrayed him.He searched
the crowd for a
loving face and he saw very few.
Then he turned his eyes to
the only one that mattered
And he knew that he would never
be alone.
He looked back at the crowd,
at the people who were spitting
At him,throwing rocks at him
and mocking him and he knew
That because of him,they would never
be alone.So for them,
He Walked.
The sounds of the hammer
striking the spikes echoed through
The crowd.
The sounds of his cries
echoed even louder,
The cheers of the crowd,
as his hands and feet
Were nailed to the cross,
intensified with each blow.
Loudest of all was the still small
voice inside his Heart that whispered
"I am with you,My Son"
And God's heart broke.He had let
his Son walk.
Jesus could have asked God to
end his suffering,But instead he
asked God to forgive.Not to forgive him,
but to forgive the ones who
were persecuting him.As he hung
on that cross,dying an
unimaginable death,He looked out
and saw,not only the faces
in the crowd,But also,
the face of every person
yet to be,And his heart filled
with love.As his body was
Dying,his heart was alive.
Alive with The limitless,
unconditional love he feels for
each of us.That is why
He Walked.
When I forget how much
My God loves me,I remember
his Walk.When I wonder if
I can be forgiven,I remember his Walk.
When I need reminded of
how to live like Christ,
I think of his Walk.
And to show him how much
I love him,I wake up
each morning,turn my eyes
to him'And I walk.
Author Carrie McCutcheon
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5-18-2001
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