It takes a greater strength to hang upon a cross, in punishment you don’t deserve, for people who are your enemies because of sin, dying in shame between thieves, given only vinegar to drink, wearing a crown of thorns in place of the honor and glory due to you, stripped of your clothes, your dignity, and even the skin of your back, forsaken by those you came to save and by your own Father, knowing full well that you possess in one cell of your body a power great enough to destroy the universe and rebuild it, suffering the mocking of fools and the pain of sin in a sinless body and spirit, destined to arrive at the gates of hell and taste of death in spite of your immortality, abandoned by your friends, and betrayed by one of your disciples; to remain takes a strength far greater that that required to climb down and answer the priests and Pharisees who mocked Him saying, “let this Christ, this king of Israel, come down now from the cross, that we may see and believe.”
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You never see the hard days in a photo album, but those are the ones that get you from one happy snap shot to the next.
I guess I should really call this post “the rare occasion that I remember to actually post my weekly workouts”. Oh well, better sometimes than never! 442 more words