Every time He heard the soldier draw back the whip He braced for the pain. Then He felt the tearing of His skin. Those who watched jeered and mocked him. Taunting Him.
"King of the Jews!"
It happened again. Then again. And again. Bracing, tearing, mocking... Pain unimaginable.
Rejected by the people He loved. If only these soldiers laughing at him, the one swinging the whip, those excited to see His pain, knew why He did this, it was for them. Love in the flesh.
Love held Him up. Love was Him. Love when He was rejected. Love when those who laughed at this innocent man took on their justice. Love in the flesh.
Thorns pierced his brow. Blood trickled into His eyes. Yet, love remained. Nothing changed about this man. He was love.
"Carry the Cross!" they yelled.
His endurance was waning but this was His destiny... holding onto His cross, their cross, carrying the wood He would soon be nailed to... Done out of love. God made man. Love in the flesh.
His love was unstoppable.
He made it to Calvary, The Place of the Skull, the place of love.
Love... Nail... Love... Nail... Love... Nail... Love!
"Father, forgive them!"
Love.
Up on the cross as He tried to breath. He was forsaken. Rejected by man and God. Alone. Love in the flesh.
It was finished. Justice. Their justice, He bore it in love.
One last breath.
"For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have everlasting life." John 3:16
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