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By Virginia Gorg
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I was curious about Jesus, as were so many. I was hopeful that He was the Messiah. Traveling home from the country that Friday, I was thinking about Him. Puzzled by large crowd I saw ahead, I pressed in toward the front.
“What’s happening?” I asked.
“It’s the so-called Messiah. He’s being crucified.”
“How can that be?” My heart seemed to stop. “If He’s here to save us, how can He die?” I stepped closer and was shocked to see Him. Just yesterday, He was teaching in the synagogue, in control of His actions and words. Today, He was torn and bruised and looked near death. The cross He carried seemed to outweigh Him by several hundred talents.
“Hey, you there,” a guard shouted.
“Me?” I asked in bewilderment.
“Get over here and help this “Messiah” carry the cross. Seems He can’t do it alone. Not much of a king, now, is He?”
The guards brutally grabbed me and dropped the cross on my shoulders. It was unbearably heavy and nearly made me fall to my knees. I felt its roughness as splinters dug into my skin. I looked at Jesus, expecting to see great pain. Instead, I saw radiance as He smiled at me. I asked, “Why? How can you allow this to happen? Aren’t You the Messiah?”
“It is the only way – the perfect atonement for man’s sin can only come through God.” His face was full of warmth and love, so deep that I couldn’t fathom it. His eyes pierced my soul. I instantly felt unworthy to be standing near Him. He spoke softly, yet with authority. “Only I can cleanse you. Only I can carry your cross for you. Trust in Me.” As we walked step-by-step up the hill, I felt the burden of sin in my life begin to lift. The weight of the cross shifted to His shoulder, not mine. When I tried to help Him carry it, He took it back. At the end of the road, I was told by the guards to go home. I didn’t want to leave. Jesus looked at me with His soul-searching gaze. He said: “Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord. Now go and share my message of hope.”
The guards roughly pushed me aside, unaware of Who they were crucifying.
The next few days were difficult for me. I was obsessed by His grave and sat there in darkness each night. The first day of the week dawned bright, with morning dew and mist. Abruptly, a bright light appeared, yet it did not hurt my eyes. I was astounded to see Jesus standing there, outside the sealed tomb.
I was only a few feet away from my Creator. His perfection made me want to hide in the dust because of my sin. He looked at me – I could not move – His radiance was spectacular. Not a word was spoken, yet His face contained all the love in the universe. As suddenly as He appeared, He disappeared. I wondered if I had been dreaming.
As I sat there stunned, the stone was rolled away, although no one was there. An angel came from Heaven, looked around, and then walked into the grave and sat upon the ledge.
I was amazed and awed because that which had been declared so long ago had come true before my own eyes. I now understood why Christ, the King of Glory, came to this earth. Praise the Lord.
Reference: Mark 15:21 A certain man from Cyrene, Simon, father of Alexander and Rufus, was passing by on his way in from the country, and they forced him to carry the cross.
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