You Were Worth It
My family not so randomly watched The Passion of The Christ Sunday afternoon. I say not so randomly, because I believe it was an appointed time though not planned. With every slap of the leather; every tear of his skin; every sigh of agony; every strand of His hair soaked in blood; with every cling of the hammer to the nail in His hand; I cringed; I jerked and I cried for when the camera showed the actor looking into the camera, the still small voice that is very much alive said “For you, Faith, and you were worth it.” Can we talk about how humbling that is? How heartbreaking that is? Because I am Judas, who turned him in for 30 pieces of silver; I am Peter, who denied him three times before dawn; I am the laughter of the mocking crowd; I am the arrogance of the Pharisees. I found myself so angry at “those people” who crucified my Lord, but I am “those people.” How unworthy I am and yet, here I am, on my face before my Lord. And as the blood dripped from his nail pierced hands,...