Summary
It’s difficult to even speak these words without trembling…or weeping.
The hands that formed the heavens — hands that stretched out galaxies and created all things — were bound with rope by sinful men.
The voice that spoke the universe into being — “Let there be light” — was struck, swollen, bleeding, and eventually will cry out ‘My God, My God, why have you forsaken Me’?
The King of Kings stood condemned by His own creation.
They spat upon Him, blindfolded Him, struck Him with their fists, and mocked, “Prophesy to us, Christ! Who is the one who hit You?”
He could have called twelve thousand angels, and the world itself would have melted before His glory.
Yet He stood still — bleeding, silent, condemned.
Why?
Because love held Him there.
Not nails. Not ropes. Love.
Isaiah saw it centuries before:
“He was despised and forsaken of men, a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief… But He was pierced through for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities.” (Isaiah 53:3, 5 NASB)
And as we walk through the trials of Jesus today — from Annas to Pilate — may we not rush past the pain.
May we feel the weight of His restraint, the depth of His mercy, and the magnitude of His love.
For the Judge of all the earth allowed Himself to be judged — that the guilty might go free.
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