What if someone told you that if you left your house today you were going to get hit by a car and die?
Would you leave your house?
I know I wouldn't.
For those of you that were brave enough to say yes, what if instead of getting hit by a car you were going to be tortured and beaten,
mocked in front of everyone you care about, and left to die a slow
Would anyone in their right mind leave their house?
But Jesus basically did that. He headed towards Jerusalem knowing that He was going to die a painful death. He kept walking, knowing full well that He was going to be beaten and mocked. Knowing full well that He was going to have to carry a heavy cross - and an even heavier burden of our sins - past a jeering crowd. Knowing full well how painful those nails would be as they pierced His skin. And knowing full well he was going to die in one of the most evil ways humanity ever invented.
How did He put one foot in front of the other with that knowledge?
How did He even get any sleep the night before he broke bread with his Apostles?
And how did He push on, knowing he was doing all this for a bunch of sinners?
Jesus, thank you for doing all that just so we can one day be with you in Paradise. There are no words that can express our gratitude.