It Wasn't the Nails
Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight, O Lord, my rock and my redeemer. Amen. Nailed to a cross, bleeding, hurting, mocked, physically suffering for hours, Jesus breaks his silence. “My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?” On the cross, dying for the treason of being a Messiah when he was truly so much more. Jesus, in his greatest moment of terror continues to identify with humanity; with us; with you; with me; yes, even with them. Read more...
