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    The realization that Christ was a ‘man of sorrows’, throughout His life BECAUSE of our sins, MY sins, is indeed sobering. I had not understood that scripture as well as I do now, until I heard that throughout His life, Christ was pained and deeply anguished by what He saw day to day. The evidence of sin and its impact on His creation, weighed on Him all the time.
    As child I wondered why the Bible does not describe Jesus laughing (although I imagine that as a child He did). Now, as I contemplate His life and His journey to Calvary, I have a deeper understanding of His agony; not only caused by the beatings and the cross, but by carrying the unimaginable burden of the sins, shame, guilt, and rejection (of Him) of all mankind.
    Surely that is a love I cannot explain or fully comprehend; I can only experience.

  2. Lillianne, Thank you. Thank you for sharing from the depths of your soul, where He has touched you. I am truly blessed.

    Someone plays with my switches. “Oh WHAT A GOD! WHAT A SAVIOR! I would love to meet Him/You, someday.” “Oh man, how can I be such a stiff! How could I so dishonor Him! I am dead in the water (how contradicting).”

    Truly, WHAT A GOD!! WHAT A SAVIOR!! I would love to truly, deeply, permanently appreciate Him.

    God bless His family/flock/fold.

  3. He was a man of “sorrow and suffering”

    “Sorrow”
    1.distress caused by loss, affliction, disappointment, etc.; grief, sadness, or regret.
    2.The expression of grief, sadness, disappointment

    “He came to that which was his own, but his own did not receive him.” (John. 1:11). The very priests he came to save, were on a mission to kill him, the very disciples he walked with, misunderstood him. Indeed he was a man of sorrow for my sake

    One songwriter wrote, those were my thorns, those were my nails, the crown of thorns on his head was mine.

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At a camp meeting 40 years later, I happened to see Dr. I. demonstrating some kind of health product, if I remember correctly. (In my mind, I see only the image of him, much older, but still looking much like he did when I was a student, with a friend by my side.) I lingered a little but did not introduce myself. I briefly wondered whether he recognized me. I’m fairly sure that I was as recognizable to him as he was to me.

Had he changed? Or did he still feel superior in his “humility”? Should I talk to him? I didn’t know how to approach him, and was busy with friends. I still don’t know whether I should have said something. (Maybe I’m just a coward.)

If God wants him to see my story, his and my identity are clear enough in this post, that God can direct him to it.