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strangebrew
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"I saw the Passion of Christ this afternoon. Frankly, I'm speechless. I don't even know what to say.
I won't say I enjoyed it. I didn't. It was painful. Horrible. From 15 minutes into the film I did nothing but weep. The humanity of Christ, the weight of my sins that He took on for me. The suffering He endured, the nails in his hands, the pain in a mother's heart.
Go see it. I can't say more. You won't enjoy it, either. You'll feel every stroke of the whip. You'll cry out, as I did, "Please! No more. Please don't hit him, please, please stop!" The film took my mind and placed it somewhere, placed it in Jerusalem 2000 years ago, to watch the false accusation and execution of the Son of God.
That cross you may wear on your neck? What does it mean to you? I know what it meant to me, before today. And I know what it means now. The two meanings are so radically different, I can't even put it to words. The powerful images in that film have honestly remolded my entire thinking about Christ, Christianity, and this time of year. As I thought about what I wanted to "give up" for Lent, when I left this film I wanted to give up everything. I wanted to give up breathing, and even that wouldn't be enough to even half pay back the sacrifice that Christ made for me.
But the greatest thing I realized was that I don't have to pay anything back. For God so loved me that He gave His one and only son that if I should just believe in Him, I would never die, but have eternal life.
Words fail me."
I don't know about you guys, but Jeebus hasn't done shit for me. I've never even met the bastard. If I ever do I'll be sure to give him a nice hard kick right in the tallywhacker.
I won't say I enjoyed it. I didn't. It was painful. Horrible. From 15 minutes into the film I did nothing but weep. The humanity of Christ, the weight of my sins that He took on for me. The suffering He endured, the nails in his hands, the pain in a mother's heart.
Go see it. I can't say more. You won't enjoy it, either. You'll feel every stroke of the whip. You'll cry out, as I did, "Please! No more. Please don't hit him, please, please stop!" The film took my mind and placed it somewhere, placed it in Jerusalem 2000 years ago, to watch the false accusation and execution of the Son of God.
That cross you may wear on your neck? What does it mean to you? I know what it meant to me, before today. And I know what it means now. The two meanings are so radically different, I can't even put it to words. The powerful images in that film have honestly remolded my entire thinking about Christ, Christianity, and this time of year. As I thought about what I wanted to "give up" for Lent, when I left this film I wanted to give up everything. I wanted to give up breathing, and even that wouldn't be enough to even half pay back the sacrifice that Christ made for me.
But the greatest thing I realized was that I don't have to pay anything back. For God so loved me that He gave His one and only son that if I should just believe in Him, I would never die, but have eternal life.
Words fail me."
I don't know about you guys, but Jeebus hasn't done shit for me. I've never even met the bastard. If I ever do I'll be sure to give him a nice hard kick right in the tallywhacker.
