“CRACK”. The sound of a whip embedded with nails falls upon the bare back of a man who is without sin, beautiful in purity. He stands strong as the leather and nails rip into his flesh. The blood of purity begins to slowly run down His back. A single drop hits the parched earth. In the heavenlies there is silence, not a breath, not a stir as the angel stare at the unbelievable sight of the lamb. Upon His head a crown of thorns. A crown which instead of adorning the King of Hosts, cuts into his forehead and blood drips across His face. Soldiers around Him taunt him:
“King of the Jews? Hahahaa”
“Jesus!”
The crack and the sound of the whip beating down on the lamb can be barely heard above the torment...
Despite the pain and agony that He must feel, the lamb stands without intimidation, but with a resolute heart. A knowing of not only what is to come, but also the joy of his father’s will being revealed on earth.
In the heavenlies, the angels begin to stir. Almost for a moment the atrocious deed is forgotten. Like a whirlwind the angels are mustered into force. There is a job and a task to do. The angels depart to cover the globe, to meet and cover every person who was and is and ever will be. There is a hive of activity.
As the Son of our Lord most high stands whilst the whip bears down hard on Him, digging into His flesh, in His eyes you can see a mass of angels descending upon Him. Their arms laden with the sicknesses, illnesses, diseases and maladies that afflict man. Sicknesses of the past, sicknesses of the present day and sicknesses that are yet to come. These are released onto this Man of a pure heart and a pure soul. He takes each and every disease upon Himself, upon His back, upon the red stripes of flesh that is His back. The angels depart for more and more things of Man, the things for which God has promised. The angels travel back and forth across the earth and through the heavens so that no stone is left unturned, no sickness is left behind.
On earth, in the city of Jerusalem, the lamb stands torn and broken, upon His shoulder the cross for His crucifixion is borne. The hard splinter digging into His shoulders. It is too late and it has begun. With each shuffle and step He takes, the burdens of the world that man has fouled and polluted begin to fall upon His shoulders.
The sins of man past, present and future begin to arrive on angel’s wings and are laid upon His shoulders. Small lies, white lies land gently upon Him, but soon every lie to pass through the lips of man, like the grains of sand upon the ocean floor sit on He who has never lied. As he steps closer to Golgotha, the hill, the sins of man arrive thicker and faster: Cheating, stealing, lust, envy pride anger, jealousy hate and murder. The list is endless. Not just from man of today, but of man past and of man future. The cross the lamb carries, the sacrificial tree is light compared with the sinful burdens of man, the deceit of man. The lamb stumbles and a gentleman from the crowd is forced to carry the cross for the king. Little does he know that the man next to him will die for him by the end of the day. The Son of Man will give His life for this mortal and for every person alive, dead and yet to be born.
In the heat and dust upon the hill, the lamb is forced to lie upon the tree that is the cross. His arm stretched open wide, a symbol of His great love for you and me, for all men, women and children. A cold hard nail is pressed into His hand. “WHACK” “WHACK.” With each clang of the hammer the angels lay upon this man every sick and depraved act of man upon His soul. The excruciating pain that the lamb feels is nothing compared to the sin that now permeates His body. As the second nail pierces His skin, Adultery, murder, lust, pornography, theft, rape and every evil and sick desire of man is poured into His soul. His pure white soul. The angels are hard at work bring the sorrowful fruit of man to Him who is pure. Like the nails that pierced His body and held Him to the tree, the transgressions of man pierce him too, but a thousand times a thousand more. The pain is too much to bear.
And as he hangs there on the tree, sentenced to death beside 2 robbers, His blood drips onto the tree, His blood, the blood of the Lamb, is born on the cross. Through all that now has inflicted “The King of the Jews”, His heart is still filled with love, love for you, love for me, love for every person that has been and is yet to be born. He even forgave the robber hanging on the cross beside Him. The mocking and the cheering of the King grew, the torment grew. Why Why Why? He is the Son of Man, He is here to rescue you and to save you. Yet we still torment Him.
“ELOI , ELOI, lama sabachthani?”
“Father, into Your hands I commit My spirit”
“It is finished!”
At that moment, darkness covers the land, the veil of the temple was torn in two....
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