This is not normal.
It is so dark. It's like the sun has ceased to be.
And these people. The constant coming and going. Normally it is just family. Why all these others? Why the priests?
The struggle is almost over. The guy doesn't have much energy left. He wouldn't even take the sour wine. Why would he refuse that? His pain must be driving him insane.
This just doesn't feel right.
Out of the thousands of these I have taken part in, this one is just plain spooky.
“Father, into Your hands I commit My spirit.”
What did he say? I didn't think he had a dad. His mother is here but I haven't seen a dad all day. Maybe he didn't care enough to be here.
Poor guy, his mind really is snapping.
“It is finished!”
What's finished?
So it's done then.
“Certainly this was a righteous Man!”
Our greatest need is connection, to be known, to be seen. But most of us are not brave enough. We have too much to hide. Too much shame. Too much fear. But we have a Father who does see us. He knows us completely. Even our shame. And he chose to love us. He is faithful to it. He wants you to know it's safe to love him back. He forgives you. He completes you. He fills you with joy and wonder. He has given you purpose. That purpose is love. Here are a few scraps of thought so you can "see" me.
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