He could hear the crowds
screaming "Crucify" "Crucify"...
He could hear the hatred in their
voices, These were His chosen
people. He loved them, and they
were going to crucify Him.
He was beaten, bleeding and
weakened...His heart was broken.
But still He walked.



He could see the crowd as He
came from the palace. He knew
each of the faces so well. He had
created them. He knew every smile,
laugh, and shed tear, but now they
were contorted with rage and anger.
His heart was broken.
But still He walked.



Was He scared?
You and I would have been so.
His humanness would have
mandated that He was. He felt
alone. His disciples had left,
denied, and even betrayed Him.
He searched the crowd for a loving
face and He saw very few. Then
He turned His eyes to the only one
that mattered And He knew that He
would never be alone. He looked
back at the crowd; At the people
who were spitting at Him, throwing
rocks at Him and mocking Him. And
He knew that because of Him,they
would never be alone.So for them...
He walked.



The sounds of the hammer
striking the spikes echoed
through the crowd. The sounds
of His cries echoed even louder,
The cheers of the crowd, as His
hands and feet were nailed to the
cross, Intensified with each blow.
Loudest of all was the still small
voice inside His Heart That
whispered "I am with you, my son",
And God's heart broke.
He had let His Son walk.



Jesus could have asked God to end
his suffering, but instead, He asked
God to forgive. Not to forgive Him,
but to forgive the ones who were
persecuting Him. As He hung on that
cross, dying an unimaginable death,
he looked out and saw, not only the
faces in the crowd, but also, the face
of every person yet to be, and His
heart filled with love. As His body was
dying, his heart was alive. Alive with
the limitless, unconditional love He
feels for each of us.
That is why He walked.



When I forget how much My God
loves me, I remember His walk.

When I wonder if I can be forgiven,
I remember His walk.

When I need reminded of how to live
like Christ,
I think of His walk.

And to show Him how much I love
him, I wake up each morning, turn
my eyes to Him, And I walk.

Author Unknown to me





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