STILL HE WALKED
He could hear the crowds screaming
"crucify" "crucify"... He could hear the hatred in their voices, These were
his chosen people. He loved them, And they were going to crucify him. He was
beaten, bleeding and weakened... his heart was broken, But still He walked.
He could see the crowd as he came from the palace. He knew each of the faces
so well. He had created them. He knew every smile, laugh, and shed tear, But
now they were contorted with rage and anger...his heart broke, But still He
Was he scared? You and I would have been So his humanness would have
mandated that he was. He felt alone. His disciples had left, denied, and
even betrayed him. He searched the crowd for a loving face and he saw very
few. Then he turned his eyes to the only one that mattered And he knew that
he would never be alone. He looked back at the crowd, at the people who were
spitting At him, throwing rocks at him and mocking him and he knew That
because of him, they would never be alone. So for them, He walked.
The sounds of the hammer striking the spikes echoed through The crowd. The
sounds of his cries echoed even louder, The cheers of the crowd, as his
hands and feet Were nailed to the cross, intensified with each blow. Loudest
of all was the still small voice inside his Heart that whispered "I am with
you, my son", And God's heart broke. He had let his son walk.
Jesus could have asked God to end his suffering, But instead he asked God to
forgive. Not to forgive him, but to forgive the ones who were persecuting
him. As he hung on that cross, dying an unimaginable death, He looked out
and saw, not only the faces in the crowd, But also, the face of every person
yet to be, And his heart filled with love. As his body was dying, his heart
was alive. Alive with the limitless, unconditional love he feels for each of
us. That is why He walked.
When I forget how much My God loves me, I remember his walk. When I wonder
if I can be forgiven, I remember his walk. When I need reminded of how to
live like Christ, I think of his walk. And to show him how much I love him,
I wake up each morning, turn my eyes to him, And I walk.
-- Author Unknown