Nearly 2000 years ago today, at the afternoon witching hour of 3 o'clock, Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior, gave up the ghost and returned to the Father.
Moments earlier He had cried out "My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?"
The Son of God was on the verge of despair. The Son of God was crying out for relief. Then, He regained His composure and committed His Spirit into the hands of His Father.Just hours before, He had asked His Father to "Take this cup away from Me." Take this un-Godly suffering from Me. I am the Son of God and what am I doing suffering in human form?
A great question.
Of course, we know and believe Jesus took on human form and died an ignominious death for us, to ransom our immortal souls from the captivity of Satan.
Each year at this time, I think of what Jesus did; I think of His words, His very human words and I feel heartened and inspired. After all, if the Son of God can experience moments of fear and trembling, moments of despair, then no wonder I can and who the hell am I to complain about the curve balls of life?
Just like the Son of God, I can gain strength knowing that the Father in Heaven is there for me and will not give me a cup of bitterness more than I can handle.
Just like the Son of God, I can look forward to the resurrection. I only hope the news I hear at the Last Judgement will make me happy I was resurrected.
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