It's Good Friday.
The humanity of Jesus is fully disclosed today.
And while usually the Crucifixion is a somber, heart-wrenching thing to dwell upon, today it brings such a sweet reality to my soul that I can't quite put it into words. Maybe it's the realization that for all the ways I know I am nothing like Jesus, I see in the events of Good Friday...Jesus, you were just like me.
He is the Me I strive to be, and He was the Me that deserved to be on the tree. For all the times I pray, God, I'm feeling LIIIIIIKE THIS!! @$#^%$*&(%!!!
Today is the day He says, Well, I felt... like that.
He didn't say anything, did He?
"He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth; like a lamb that is led to the slaughter, and like a sheep that before its shearers is silent, so he opened not his mouth."
Blow to the heart that heals as it hits.
Happy Easter Weekend, all.