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No angelic shield protected his back from the whip. No holy helmet shielded his brow from the thorny crown. God crawled neck deep into the more of humanity, plunged into the darkest cave of death, and emerged - alive. And the Angels Were Silent
Then Pilate took Jesus and had him flogged. The soldiers twisted together a crown of thorns and put it on his head. They clothed him in a purple robe and went up to him again and again, saying, "Hail, king of the Jews!" And they struck him in the face. John 19:1-3
Dear Jesus, forgive me! How often I forget your pain - both your physical pain and your mental anguish. Father, I don't often enough think of the indescribable anguish You must have felt as your Son cried out to You from the cross - as you turned your face from Him for me. Father, please temper my worldly arrogance with thoughts of You and what You did for me. How can I be so ungrateful? In Jesus' name I pray. Amen
In Christ,
<>< Jim Kilby