Instead of tears, he wants my prayers to be filled with joy, thankfulness and trust.
You and I have to get past comparing ourselves to others. Comparisons will never give you the security that Christ can.
I am to blame for the scourging, the thorns, the nails and my Lord’s death. He did nothing wrong. He was punished for my sins.
We are the reason he came, suffered, died and was buried. We have everything to do with his death!
Only Christ can fully pay for or atone for our sins. Yes, it costs him his life. His blood. That’s the real “blood money.”
Do you hear the faith in her words?
When the ground shakes, when lava flows, when day is strangely darkened and the moon is turned to blood, we are to remember the one who made them.
Maybe they never found Jesus’ burial linens because someone took them and used them for fuel for a fire. After the resurrection and defeating death, he didn’t need that garment rolled in blood anymore.