It’s been a hand full of years or so since I watched Mel Gibson’s “Passion of the Christ.” I never wrote about my experience seeing it. In a word, I was “undone.”
And as I consider Jesus’ death for my sins this Easter season anew, I want to remember the price He paid. I want to remember what it cost Him in pain, bloodshed, torture, humiliation. I want to remember the rending, ripping in two (three!) of the Trinity (have you ever thought about it?) ~ that mankind could be saved.
The Passion of the Christ (movie) helped me remember in the past. It helps me today, too.
But I can’t watch it again. I saw it once. I then purchased a copy when it was released, but only watched the parts I could handle (which was about five minutes). I also purchased the book. I can look at that a little bit easier. But it’s still hard. I am an emotional person. Where other people talk (not that I don’t), where other people run to and fro in busy-ness like Mary’s sister, Martha, in the Scripture (I sometimes do that, too), I “feel.”
Do you remember the verse, “Jesus wept”? That’s me. I cry at the drop of a hat. I’m an Italian. I wear my feelings on my sleeve. Where others have charisma, speaking ability, star power, I have heart.
When I think about what our Lord did, when I consider the “wondrous cross on which the Prince of Glory died,” my heart breaks and is filled with joy and gratitude at the same time.
Oh, thank You Lord Jesus for your love. Oh, thank You Father God for your grace. Oh, thank You Holy Spirit for your help and power. Oh, thank You!
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