Redemption

I can't even imagine what our Jesus looked like hanging on that cross. I don't want to imagine it. Hearing that every drop of blood was poured out of His Precious body makes me tremble with sadness and shame.

     Thinking of our beautiful Mother Mary, watching for that moment, when He would breathe His last breath. While He suffered for 3 hours, cruelly nailed to that wood. The breaking of Her Heart can be heard loud and clear if you listen closely.

     Something that was destined like this, could only could be fulfilled by God Himself. From the moment Adam and Eve sinned against God, to the loud banging of the closing of those Golden Gates, not to be opened until the very moment of Jesus's Resurrection.

     How many Covenants it would take from God to all of the Prophets, only to be fulfilled by His 1 and only Son, Jesus, whom He was assured that "it would" be fulfilled and completed.

     A people who at 1 instance were laying down palms and singing "Hosanna to the true king!" and then in another instance were chanting "Crucify him!".  My voice along with theirs, every time I sin or turn away from the Face of God. The one who died from me. Unworthy as I am, still welcomes me back into His loving embrace when I repent and I'm truly sorry and ask for another chance to get it right.

     Forgive me, oh God, Oh Jesus, O. Holy Spirit. May my contrite soul be heard in the heavens loud and clear. Pick this sinful servant of yours up again and place me once again on my feet, where I can walk the road  and do the Will that you have laid out for me. With no complaining, no fear, no worry. Knowing that it is YOU waking beside me always and holding my trembling hand.