Good Friday... today Jesus suffered for me... today the skin of God was torn for me... today he bled for me... today he carried his cross and my sin and shame.
Today Jesus was a man of sorrow and despised because of my sin that was upon him.
And last night... last night he shed drops of blood as sweat while he was praying to the Father about "this cup"... last night his "friend" handed him over and those closest to him abandoned him and another friend denied him... and I am the least of these.
Last night Passover began, and the people he loved and for whom he came and was sent to redeem did not recognize their Lamb... the Lamb of God. And I... I was numbered among them.
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