Looking into the Eyes of God
He was sent to Earth to carry the burden of sins of every individual on Earth. Not only for that day but for the infinite future.
And upon seeing Him, because He was different, I humiliated Him. I chastised Him. I bullied Him. I tortured Him. I never believed Him.
And I crucified Him.
Standing upon steps, I hammered the biggest, heaviest iron nail I could find in to the flesh and bones of his crossed ankles. Not an easy task. He should have passed out or at the very least His head should have lolled and His eyes should have rolled.
Instead He looked to the Heavens and quietly asked His Father, (our Father), to forgive me because I did not know what I was doing. I heard him, (or felt him), speak these words even though there were many thousands of spectators and much cheering.
Amidst the throng there were four women sitting at a table. They were laughing and drinking wine and they were making something between them upon the table.
As the nail received its final blow the crowd burst into ecstatic frenzy. A woman stood from the table and held high above her head the product of their labours. She danced and swirled her way towards me, always holding this trophy aloft and when she was close to me she stopped and turned to the masses.
They went quiet as she yelled for all to hear that what she held aloft was a crown of thorns. And that her and her friends had taken great care to make it smaller than the measurements I had given them. So that when pushed down onto His head it would be the tightest of fits and there were many thorns to dig firmly into His flesh.
She handed the crown to me and I climbed higher, to the point where I could push it down onto His head. He didnt struggle but I did.
And as I struggled, His eyes never wavered to mine and the only tears I saw were tears of blood. He looked radiant and I was staring into the eyes of God.
And then His head lolled.
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