I did it, nearly 2000 years ago. Yes, it was I. The Son of God spent almost three days in the darkness of his grave because of what I did (had done and would have done). I betrayed him; it was I who falsely accused him and gave a false to testimony at Sanhedrin. I was warming my hands at fire close the gate, while denying him three times, for I did not have guts to plead allegiance to the King of Kings before a few servants of the "high" priest. And then again, I cried my chest out saying "Give us Barrabas" and after that "Crucify Him! We've got no king but Caesar!" Indeed, I slapped his holy face and spat on him mocking him, "Prophesy who hit you!" When he walked under the weight of a heavy wet log of wood, it was my guilt that was pushing him down, yet he would walk and walk... till he got to the Skull, wherein I waited for him with hammer, nails, and a spear. I pierced his hands and saw him groan after each time I'd hit every one of the three nails. And then I mocked him both from the cross on his left not fearing even death and then from the crowd when I advised him to call upon Elijah to save him. It was I, who pierced his side to see if there was a bit of life remaining in him... and there wasn't. He was dead. The eternal Word of God became flesh to suffer like this under me, whom he came to save. Isn't it ironic? The body that used to be so full of strength that everyone remembered energetically ministering, preaching, and performing miracles - this body is now in the tomb. Yet early in the morning of the first day after Sabbath he rose and changed it all. IESUS VICTOR! He overcame the sting of death and moreover, he told me about it. I betrayed him, I denied him, I did not want to believe in him, I crucified him and yet he told me he won the battle and wants me to come home with him. It's been 18 years now since the first time I felt his love and I still can't comprehend this. Despite all I did to him, regardless of all my inadequacy, no matter how sinful I have been, this Crucified God loves me and will do so forever, for he cannot deny himself. Thank you Lord.Happy Easter.
