Jesus, was tortured 1st
Many people, are happy believing God no longer speaks to us,- as He did in the Old and New Testament times. And that is fine with me, if that’s what they choose. Personally, I know its different. So I want to press into the fullness of God, wanting to find out everything He will - reveal to me.
It had been almost 20 years, when in a great frustration - (at the testing I was being given), when I told Him to never speak to me again. It seemed of little matter, how I repented, or urged Him to forgive me for my rude, arrogant, and self-righteous attitude. He seemed intent, to make me wait. Perhaps, wanting to install some stick-toed-ness in me, which looking back, I can see I greatly needed.
In May of 2002, I was becoming incredibly interested - in what it personally cost Jesus, to pay for my sins. I was quite surprised at the inconsistency in the 4 Gospels about His life. I believe He gave me this hope and faith then, that He would reveal those terrible circumstances, of His last 24 hours on earth - to me.
The revelation He gave me However, was so demeaning and horrible - (to even consider), that I would cry and cry for hours. This would happen, whenever I’d hear Him relate some little part, or reflecting back on it later.
How could This Person I loved so much - go through such a despicable punishment for me? Being The Gentleman that He is, He would immediately stop at my crying. After I had recovered somewhat the next day or two, I’d beg Him once again, to let me know more, of what He went through for me.
He spent a month and a half, giving me little parcels of Understanding. Sometimes they were brief views, of the greatest atrocity mankind has ever conceived. I asked Him, (if He wouldn’t mind), giving me a synopsis, of all He’d been revealing to me, for future references.
He consented, only to amaze me once more, at the extreme Humility, and meekness He has. He was telling me, in almost a monotone voice, without showing any emotion at all, - as if it were a little thing. He only seemed interested, in making this information available, for those Passionately Hungry for God, without suggesting any desire for our sympathy.
Later, I reluctantly put in a minimal amount of punctuation marks, wanting to show some respect for How He delivered to me, the price of His FREE Gift of Pardon, to those who qualify for Mercy, instead of His Justice.
People may wonder, “How anyone could receive this much punishment, and live?” As Isaiah 52:14, and all of chapter 53 mentions, where He didn’t look human. But there’s understanding in John 10:17-18 “No one takes it from Me, but I lay it down of my own initiative.”
They couldn’t kill Him. Which allowed His suffering, and the damage to His body, to be intensely compounded, until He personally decided to give up His life, which came after hanging 6 hours on the cross. See John 19:30. His suffering, was completely voluntary. He wasn’t killed,- He Gave up - His life at the right moment, when He was pleased at the suffering He’d gone through. (See Isaiah 53:10)
The language in John 19:36, should refer to the sacrificial animal, that was to be offered, recorded in Exodus 12:46. Which was formerly written, to discourage people, from using the cull of the flock, instead of the best, as Jesus was.
Jesus knew the advantages suffering brings into a persons life. Its then, God engraves important lessons on our hearts. Insights -we get to take with us - after death. Perhaps qualifying us for a heaven without tears and sorrows.
Consider this: If we were to die now and go to heaven, (unless we change), how would it be anything, but another tumultuous earth life all over again. We can’t put sand into a chocolate cake and expect it to taste good, can we? Hebrews chapter 11, easily demonstrates the advantages our suffering brings. This idea, promotes the concept of God giving us reoccurring life cycles here, until we achieve the level of compliance to meet the standards expected there.
Knowing this, I believe, is why ladies begin having pain, at such an early age. When menstrual cramps, developing breasts, having babies, menopause, interrupts their otherwise comfortable lives. Their bodies, seem to be constantly changing, introducing a submissiveness, - to God, - the Architect, and Potter of our bodies. Pain, as unpleasant as it is, is a vital part of our life, in this mortality.
Jesus demonstrated, having this compliable attitude - to The Fathers will, (Mark 14:36) as an example for each of us to follow. Love, is far more complex, than many give it credit for. We get to know what LOVE is, by getting to know GOD, who IS Love. (See John 4:7-8)
This is as pure as I could get His words - through me, on June 15, 2002.
=============================================
I walked up to Judas and the mob that was with him. Because I knew that My hour had finally come. When Peter and the disciples had left and I knew they were safe. The whole atmosphere seemed to change. They had tied My hands behind my back and we had just started walking when I was clubbed from behind, and then from everywhere.
And then fists started hitting Me from every direction, and the clubs went down. They had to hit me with their fists for the satisfaction of it. We spent more than an hour right there, before further to only pause for the same thing. They wanted to leave the imprint of their rings on My head. But it didn’t last long, because the skin became so lacerated that nothing showed anymore.
We spent three hours in the Garden of Gethsemane trying to exhaust their fury on Me, before we reached the city streets and had to maintain order and respectability. They had their dignity to uphold. Why did I look like that? Who knows? My eyes were already swollen shut. My head was swollen like a basketball, and my nose was completely flat. All My teeth were gone.
Their rings had made My face like hamburger. My head felt like exploding and My back and chest were broken.I couldn’t stand, they had to drag Me. We stopped at Annis’ house, but only for a moment. They wanted to try Me and put Me to death, so we were off to Caiaphas’ house.
There they assembled there council together for the court, and held Me up for the hearing.I was silent until he said, “I adjure you by the living God, that thou tell us whether thou be The Christ, The Son Of God?” I said, ‘thou hast said.’ And he tore his robe in fury, and the beatings began intensely again.
This time they kicked Me in the groin repeatedly and beat Me with their clubs and feet. This lasted again for over an hour. I just lay their knowing the worst was yet to come.
When they had enjoyed themselves enough they dragged Me off to Pilate to put Me to death.
Pilate enjoyed seeing Me, knowing full well knowing what was happening and why I was there, but didn’t want anything to do with it. He took Me to his Roman soldiers to pacify them. So I was sent to the tortures first.
There they tore off My finger nails and broke each finger multiple times before crushing them in a vice.Then they took My jaw and opened My mouth until it broke wide. Then split My cheeks till there were big rips along each one. My nose which was flat already, they ripped from My face until it hung by the skin. Then they twisted My ears until they fell each one and hung by the skin.
Then last they took sharp sticks and repeatedly poked them into My eyes.They took Me from here to the scourging post. I had to be tied up twice, because My rigidity had nearly all gone, and I kept slumping to the ground. This made the scourger angry, to him I was just another job, so he kept beating Me past the stokes I was due because of his anger.But I did think as I was being scourged, of all the healing that would come from My stripes and it made Me glad.
They undressed Me next and shoved a large stick up My rectum twice, and then put it into My mouth. I could feel a mans foot stepping on My testicles, and grinding them into the ground with his foot. He then reached down and cut off My penis.
Pilate sent word he wanted to show Me off. So they plucked out My beard, platted a crown of thorns and put it on My head, and began to beat it with their sticks and yell at Me in fun. These men had hardly no feeling at all. There lives were that way from their youth, so I forgave them.
The robe incident didn’t last long and I was back to more abuse. They had more to give Me.When they had undressed Me from the robe, they took Me to a place where they branded Me head to foot, My neck, arms, legs, hands, face, and back.
They branded everything, where ever there was a place that seemed good to them. But I stunk so bad now, they had only one thing left they wanted to do. They wanted to roast My hands and feet in fire. So they did this with a torch just before leading Me away to Golgotha.
(Where He was crucified).
======================================
He gave me a full year after giving me this synopsis, to search the Bible for further evidence of these events. Which I did, finding so much scriptural proof, that I’m amazed at our little understanding of this occurrence. Much of it, is delicately, and pleasantly camouflaged, just as He said to the disciples, when they asked Him why He spoke in parables so often to the people.
Then to my amazement, 2 days before the one year anniversary of the summery He gave me in 2002. He showed Himself to me, (about 2-3 feet away,) in that despicable form He was in, when they’d taken Him down from the cross. Hoping to hide forever - the shameful treatment we gave God Himself, who chose to come live amongst us. Offering us, with what we couldn’t do on our own - for our personal salvation.
He surprisingly repeated this Horrific scene to me, - 5 times that week, all unexpectedly, and on different days. Then again, 6 months later on January 30th of 2004.
This understanding is so fragile, and full of capacity for personal change, that I feel the need to suggest - we be as reluctant as He was to me, in our giving it to others. If they crave it - that’s one thing, but to bludgeon them with it, is quite another.
Looking at my life, sometimes my desire to help others, gets caught up in my ambition, instead of a faith in God, realizing that He’s the Potter, not me. I’m only a tool.
If you, are as hungry as I am, I bless YOU in the Name of J E S U S, to develop a lasting - personal relationship - with This beautiful Person Named J E S U S. He said, “My sheep hear My voice” (John 10:3), and there is so much more than that, if we SEEK Him!
Craig.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Jesus was tortured 1st
Jesus, was tortured 1st
Many people, are happy believing God no longer speaks to us,- as He did in the Old and New Testament times. And that is fine with me, if that’s what they choose. Personally, I know its different. So I want to press into the fullness of God, wanting to find out everything He will - reveal to me.
It had been almost 20 years, when in a great frustration - (at the testing I was being given), when I told Him to never speak to me again. It seemed of little matter, how I repented, or urged Him to forgive me for my rude, arrogant, and self-righteous attitude. He seemed intent, to make me wait. Perhaps, wanting to install some stick-toed-ness in me, which looking back, I can see I greatly needed.
In May of 2002, I was becoming incredibly interested - in what it personally cost Jesus, to pay for my sins. I was quite surprised at the inconsistency in the 4 Gospels about His life. I believe He gave me this hope and faith then, that He would reveal those terrible circumstances, of His last 24 hours on earth - to me.
The revelation He gave me However, was so demeaning and horrible - (to even consider), that I would cry and cry for hours. This would happen, whenever I’d hear Him relate some little part, or reflecting back on it later.
How could This Person I loved so much - go through such a despicable punishment for me? Being The Gentleman that He is, He would immediately stop at my crying. After I had recovered somewhat the next day or two, I’d beg Him once again, to let me know more, of what He went through for me.
He spent a month and a half, giving me little parcels of Understanding. Sometimes they were brief views, of the greatest atrocity mankind has ever conceived. I asked Him, (if He wouldn’t mind), giving me a synopsis, of all He’d been revealing to me, for future references.
He consented, only to amaze me once more, at the extreme Humility, and meekness He has. He was telling me, in almost a monotone voice, without showing any emotion at all, - as if it were a little thing. He only seemed interested, in making this information available, for those Passionately Hungry for God, without suggesting any desire for our sympathy.
Later, I reluctantly put in a minimal amount of punctuation marks, wanting to show some respect for How He delivered to me, the price of His FREE Gift of Pardon, to those who qualify for Mercy, instead of His Justice.
People may wonder, “How anyone could receive this much punishment, and live?” As Isaiah 52:14, and all of chapter 53 mentions, where He didn’t look human. But there’s understanding in John 10:17-18 “No one takes it from Me, but I lay it down of my own initiative.”
They couldn’t kill Him. Which allowed His suffering, and the damage to His body, to be intensely compounded, until He personally decided to give up His life, which came after hanging 6 hours on the cross. See John 19:30. His suffering, was completely voluntary. He wasn’t killed,- He Gave up - His life at the right moment, when He was pleased at the suffering He’d gone through. (See Isaiah 53:10)
The language in John 19:36, should refer to the sacrificial animal, that was to be offered, recorded in Exodus 12:46. Which was formerly written, to discourage people, from using the cull of the flock, instead of the best, as Jesus was.
Jesus knew the advantages suffering brings into a persons life. Its then, God engraves important lessons on our hearts. Insights -we get to take with us - after death. Perhaps qualifying us for a heaven without tears and sorrows.
Consider this: If we were to die now and go to heaven, (unless we change), how would it be anything, but another tumultuous earth life all over again. We can’t put sand into a chocolate cake and expect it to taste good, can we?
Hebrews chapter 11, easily demonstrates the advantages our suffering brings. This idea, promotes the concept of God giving us reoccurring life cycles here, until we achieve the level of compliance to meet the standards expected there.
Knowing this, I believe, is why ladies begin having pain, at such an early age. When menstrual cramps, developing breasts, having babies, menopause, interrupts their otherwise comfortable lives. Their bodies, seem to be constantly changing, introducing a submissiveness, - to God, - the Architect, and Potter of our bodies. Pain, as unpleasant as it is, is a vital part of our life, in this mortality.
Jesus demonstrated, having this compliable attitude - to The Fathers will, (Mark 14:36) as an example for each of us to follow. Love, is far more complex, than many give it credit for. We get to know what LOVE is, by getting to know GOD, who IS Love. (See John 4:7-8)
This is as pure as I could get His words - through me, on June 15, 2002.
=============================================
I walked up to Judas and the mob that was with him. Because I knew that My hour had finally come. When Peter and the disciples had left and I knew they were safe. The whole atmosphere seemed to change. They had tied My hands behind my back and we had just started walking when I was clubbed from behind, and then from everywhere.
And then fists started hitting Me from every direction, and the clubs went down. They had to hit me with their fists for the satisfaction of it. We spent more than an hour right there, before further to only pause for the same thing. They wanted to leave the imprint of their rings on My head. But it didn’t last long, because the skin became so lacerated that nothing showed anymore.
We spent three hours in the Garden of Gethsemane trying to exhaust their fury on Me, before we reached the city streets and had to maintain order and respectability. They had their dignity to uphold. Why did I look like that? Who knows? My eyes were already swollen shut. My head was swollen like a basketball, and my nose was completely flat.
All My teeth were gone. Their rings had made My face like hamburger. My head felt like exploding and My back and chest were broken.I couldn’t stand, they had to drag Me. We stopped at Annis’ house, but only for a moment. They wanted to try Me and put Me to death, so we were off to Caiaphas’ house.
There they assembled there council together for the court, and held Me up for the hearing.I was silent until he said, “I adjure you by the living God, that thou tell us whether thou be The Christ, The Son Of God?” I said, ‘thou hast said.’ And he tore his robe in fury, and the beatings began intensely again.
This time they kicked Me in the groin repeatedly and beat Me with their clubs and feet. This lasted again for over an hour. I just lay their knowing the worst was yet to come. When they had enjoyed themselves enough they dragged Me off to Pilate to put Me to death.
Pilate enjoyed seeing Me, knowing full well knowing what was happening and why I was there, but didn’t want anything to do with it. He took Me to his Roman soldiers to pacify them. So I was sent to the tortures first. There they tore off My finger nails and broke each finger multiple times before crushing them in a vice.
Then they took My jaw and opened My mouth until it broke wide. Then split My cheeks till there were big rips along each one. My nose which was flat already, they ripped from My face until it hung by the skin. Then they twisted My ears until they fell each one and hung by the skin. Then last they took sharp sticks and repeatedly poked them into My eyes.
They took Me from here to the scourging post. I had to be tied up twice, because My rigidity had nearly all gone, and I kept slumping to the ground. This made the scourger angry, to him I was just another job, so he kept beating Me past the stokes I was due because of his anger.But I did think as I was being scourged, of all the healing that would come from My stripes and it made Me glad.
They undressed Me next and shoved a large stick up My rectum twice, and then put it into My mouth. I could feel a mans foot stepping on My testicles, and grinding them into the ground with his foot. He then reached down and cut off My penis.
Pilate sent word he wanted to show Me off. So they plucked out My beard, platted a crown of thorns and put it on My head, and began to beat it with their sticks and yell at Me in fun. These men had hardly no feeling at all. There lives were that way from their youth, so I forgave them.
The robe incident didn’t last long and I was back to more abuse. They had more to give Me.When they had undressed Me from the robe, they took Me to a place where they branded Me head to foot, My neck, arms, legs, hands, face, and back. They branded everything, where ever there was a place that seemed good to them.
But I stunk so bad now, they had only one thing left they wanted to do. They wanted to roast My hands and feet in fire. So they did this with a torch just before leading Me away to Golgotha.
(Where He was crucified).
======================================
He gave me a full year after giving me this synopsis, to search the Bible for further evidence of these events. Which I did, finding so much scriptural proof, that I’m amazed at our little understanding of this occurrence.
Much of it, is delicately, and pleasantly camouflaged, just as He said to the disciples, when they asked Him why He spoke in parables so often to the people.
Then to my amazement, 2 days before the one year anniversary of the summery He gave me in 2002. He showed Himself to me, (about 2-3 feet away,) in that despicable form He was in, when they’d taken Him down from the cross. Hoping to hide forever - the shameful treatment we gave God Himself, who chose to come live amongst us. Offering us, with what we couldn’t do on our own - for our personal salvation.
He surprisingly repeated this Horrific scene to me, - 5 times that week, all unexpectedly, and on different days. Then again, 6 months later on January 30th of 2004.
This understanding is so fragile, and full of capacity for personal change, that I feel the need to suggest - we be as reluctant as He was to me, in our giving it to others. If they crave it - that’s one thing, but to bludgeon them with it, is quite another.
Looking at my life, sometimes my desire to help others, gets caught up in my ambition, instead of a faith in God, realizing that He’s the Potter, not me. I’m only a tool.
If you, are as hungry as I am, I bless YOU in the Name of J E S U S, to develop a lasting - personal relationship - with This beautiful Person Named J E S U S. He said, “My sheep hear My voice” (John 10:3), and there is so much more than that, if we SEEK Him!
Craig.
Many people, are happy believing God no longer speaks to us,- as He did in the Old and New Testament times. And that is fine with me, if that’s what they choose. Personally, I know its different. So I want to press into the fullness of God, wanting to find out everything He will - reveal to me.
It had been almost 20 years, when in a great frustration - (at the testing I was being given), when I told Him to never speak to me again. It seemed of little matter, how I repented, or urged Him to forgive me for my rude, arrogant, and self-righteous attitude. He seemed intent, to make me wait. Perhaps, wanting to install some stick-toed-ness in me, which looking back, I can see I greatly needed.
In May of 2002, I was becoming incredibly interested - in what it personally cost Jesus, to pay for my sins. I was quite surprised at the inconsistency in the 4 Gospels about His life. I believe He gave me this hope and faith then, that He would reveal those terrible circumstances, of His last 24 hours on earth - to me.
The revelation He gave me However, was so demeaning and horrible - (to even consider), that I would cry and cry for hours. This would happen, whenever I’d hear Him relate some little part, or reflecting back on it later.
How could This Person I loved so much - go through such a despicable punishment for me? Being The Gentleman that He is, He would immediately stop at my crying. After I had recovered somewhat the next day or two, I’d beg Him once again, to let me know more, of what He went through for me.
He spent a month and a half, giving me little parcels of Understanding. Sometimes they were brief views, of the greatest atrocity mankind has ever conceived. I asked Him, (if He wouldn’t mind), giving me a synopsis, of all He’d been revealing to me, for future references.
He consented, only to amaze me once more, at the extreme Humility, and meekness He has. He was telling me, in almost a monotone voice, without showing any emotion at all, - as if it were a little thing. He only seemed interested, in making this information available, for those Passionately Hungry for God, without suggesting any desire for our sympathy.
Later, I reluctantly put in a minimal amount of punctuation marks, wanting to show some respect for How He delivered to me, the price of His FREE Gift of Pardon, to those who qualify for Mercy, instead of His Justice.
People may wonder, “How anyone could receive this much punishment, and live?” As Isaiah 52:14, and all of chapter 53 mentions, where He didn’t look human. But there’s understanding in John 10:17-18 “No one takes it from Me, but I lay it down of my own initiative.”
They couldn’t kill Him. Which allowed His suffering, and the damage to His body, to be intensely compounded, until He personally decided to give up His life, which came after hanging 6 hours on the cross. See John 19:30. His suffering, was completely voluntary. He wasn’t killed,- He Gave up - His life at the right moment, when He was pleased at the suffering He’d gone through. (See Isaiah 53:10)
The language in John 19:36, should refer to the sacrificial animal, that was to be offered, recorded in Exodus 12:46. Which was formerly written, to discourage people, from using the cull of the flock, instead of the best, as Jesus was.
Jesus knew the advantages suffering brings into a persons life. Its then, God engraves important lessons on our hearts. Insights -we get to take with us - after death. Perhaps qualifying us for a heaven without tears and sorrows.
Consider this: If we were to die now and go to heaven, (unless we change), how would it be anything, but another tumultuous earth life all over again. We can’t put sand into a chocolate cake and expect it to taste good, can we?
Hebrews chapter 11, easily demonstrates the advantages our suffering brings. This idea, promotes the concept of God giving us reoccurring life cycles here, until we achieve the level of compliance to meet the standards expected there.
Knowing this, I believe, is why ladies begin having pain, at such an early age. When menstrual cramps, developing breasts, having babies, menopause, interrupts their otherwise comfortable lives. Their bodies, seem to be constantly changing, introducing a submissiveness, - to God, - the Architect, and Potter of our bodies. Pain, as unpleasant as it is, is a vital part of our life, in this mortality.
Jesus demonstrated, having this compliable attitude - to The Fathers will, (Mark 14:36) as an example for each of us to follow. Love, is far more complex, than many give it credit for. We get to know what LOVE is, by getting to know GOD, who IS Love. (See John 4:7-8)
This is as pure as I could get His words - through me, on June 15, 2002.
=============================================
I walked up to Judas and the mob that was with him. Because I knew that My hour had finally come. When Peter and the disciples had left and I knew they were safe. The whole atmosphere seemed to change. They had tied My hands behind my back and we had just started walking when I was clubbed from behind, and then from everywhere.
And then fists started hitting Me from every direction, and the clubs went down. They had to hit me with their fists for the satisfaction of it. We spent more than an hour right there, before further to only pause for the same thing. They wanted to leave the imprint of their rings on My head. But it didn’t last long, because the skin became so lacerated that nothing showed anymore.
We spent three hours in the Garden of Gethsemane trying to exhaust their fury on Me, before we reached the city streets and had to maintain order and respectability. They had their dignity to uphold. Why did I look like that? Who knows? My eyes were already swollen shut. My head was swollen like a basketball, and my nose was completely flat.
All My teeth were gone. Their rings had made My face like hamburger. My head felt like exploding and My back and chest were broken.I couldn’t stand, they had to drag Me. We stopped at Annis’ house, but only for a moment. They wanted to try Me and put Me to death, so we were off to Caiaphas’ house.
There they assembled there council together for the court, and held Me up for the hearing.I was silent until he said, “I adjure you by the living God, that thou tell us whether thou be The Christ, The Son Of God?” I said, ‘thou hast said.’ And he tore his robe in fury, and the beatings began intensely again.
This time they kicked Me in the groin repeatedly and beat Me with their clubs and feet. This lasted again for over an hour. I just lay their knowing the worst was yet to come. When they had enjoyed themselves enough they dragged Me off to Pilate to put Me to death.
Pilate enjoyed seeing Me, knowing full well knowing what was happening and why I was there, but didn’t want anything to do with it. He took Me to his Roman soldiers to pacify them. So I was sent to the tortures first. There they tore off My finger nails and broke each finger multiple times before crushing them in a vice.
Then they took My jaw and opened My mouth until it broke wide. Then split My cheeks till there were big rips along each one. My nose which was flat already, they ripped from My face until it hung by the skin. Then they twisted My ears until they fell each one and hung by the skin. Then last they took sharp sticks and repeatedly poked them into My eyes.
They took Me from here to the scourging post. I had to be tied up twice, because My rigidity had nearly all gone, and I kept slumping to the ground. This made the scourger angry, to him I was just another job, so he kept beating Me past the stokes I was due because of his anger.But I did think as I was being scourged, of all the healing that would come from My stripes and it made Me glad.
They undressed Me next and shoved a large stick up My rectum twice, and then put it into My mouth. I could feel a mans foot stepping on My testicles, and grinding them into the ground with his foot. He then reached down and cut off My penis.
Pilate sent word he wanted to show Me off. So they plucked out My beard, platted a crown of thorns and put it on My head, and began to beat it with their sticks and yell at Me in fun. These men had hardly no feeling at all. There lives were that way from their youth, so I forgave them.
The robe incident didn’t last long and I was back to more abuse. They had more to give Me.When they had undressed Me from the robe, they took Me to a place where they branded Me head to foot, My neck, arms, legs, hands, face, and back. They branded everything, where ever there was a place that seemed good to them.
But I stunk so bad now, they had only one thing left they wanted to do. They wanted to roast My hands and feet in fire. So they did this with a torch just before leading Me away to Golgotha.
(Where He was crucified).
======================================
He gave me a full year after giving me this synopsis, to search the Bible for further evidence of these events. Which I did, finding so much scriptural proof, that I’m amazed at our little understanding of this occurrence.
Much of it, is delicately, and pleasantly camouflaged, just as He said to the disciples, when they asked Him why He spoke in parables so often to the people.
Then to my amazement, 2 days before the one year anniversary of the summery He gave me in 2002. He showed Himself to me, (about 2-3 feet away,) in that despicable form He was in, when they’d taken Him down from the cross. Hoping to hide forever - the shameful treatment we gave God Himself, who chose to come live amongst us. Offering us, with what we couldn’t do on our own - for our personal salvation.
He surprisingly repeated this Horrific scene to me, - 5 times that week, all unexpectedly, and on different days. Then again, 6 months later on January 30th of 2004.
This understanding is so fragile, and full of capacity for personal change, that I feel the need to suggest - we be as reluctant as He was to me, in our giving it to others. If they crave it - that’s one thing, but to bludgeon them with it, is quite another.
Looking at my life, sometimes my desire to help others, gets caught up in my ambition, instead of a faith in God, realizing that He’s the Potter, not me. I’m only a tool.
If you, are as hungry as I am, I bless YOU in the Name of J E S U S, to develop a lasting - personal relationship - with This beautiful Person Named J E S U S. He said, “My sheep hear My voice” (John 10:3), and there is so much more than that, if we SEEK Him!
Craig.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Jesus' Last 18 Hours
Jesus, was tortured 1st
Many people, are happy believing God no longer speaks to people,- as He did in the Old and New Testament times. And that is fine with me, if that’s what they choose. Personally, I know its different. So I want to press on, into the fullness of God, finding out everything He will reveal to me.
It had been almost 20 years, when in a great frustration, I told Him to never speak to me again. It seemed to matter little, how I repented or urged Him to forgive me for my rude, arrogant, and self-righteous attitude. He insisted in making me wait. Perhaps, wanting to install some stick-toed-ness in me, which looking back I can see, I greatly lacked.
In May of 2002, I was becoming incredibly interested in what it personally cost Jesus, to pay for my sins. Surprised at the inconsistency about it in the 4 Gospels about it, I believed He’d reveal to me, those terrible circumstances of His last 24 hours on earth.
The revelation of its content, was so horrible, and demeaning, that I would cry and cry for hours, whenever I would hear it, or reflect back on it. He being a Gentleman, would immediately stop giving it to me, and would only proceed, when I’d beg Him for more understanding of what it cost Him to pay for my conduct. I wanted to KNOW for myself what it cost J E S U S for my conduct.
After spending a month and a half, of getting little parcels of Understanding, - short views of the carnage He went through for me. I asked Him, if He wouldn’t mind, for a synopsis of all He’d been showing, and telling me, so I could have it for future references.
It was amazing the Humility He exhibited. He was showing hardly any emotion at all, as if it were only a little suffering. Reluctantly, I put in a minimal amount of punctuation marks, out of respect for How He delivered it to me. He had little desire to seek any compassion, for the price of His FREE Gift of Pardon, to those who will qualify for His Mercy, and not Justice.
People may wonder, “How could anyone receive this much punishment, and live?” As Isaiah 52:14, and all of chapter 53 mentions. But it’s validation, is written in John 10:17-18 “No one takes it from Me, but I lay it down of my own initiative.” They couldn’t kill Him, (So He kept looking worse and worse), until He personally decided to give up His life, - after hanging for 6 hours on the cross. See John 19:30. It was completely voluntary, He wasn’t killed,- He Gave - up His life when it was the right time, (for Us).
This is as pure as I could get His words - through me, on June 15, 2002.
=============================================
I walked up to Judas and the mob that was with him. Because I knew that My hour had finally come. When Peter and the disciples had left and I knew they were safe. The whole atmosphere seemed to change. They had tied My hands behind my back and we had just started walking when I was clubbed from behind, and then from everywhere.And then fists started hitting Me from every direction, and the clubs went down. They had to hit me with their fists for the satisfaction of it.
We spent more than an hour right there, before further to only pause for the same thing. They wanted to leave the imprint of their rings on My head. But it didn’t last long, because the skin became so lacerated that nothing showed anymore.
We spent three hours in the Garden of Gethsemane trying to exhaust their fury on Me, before we reached the city streets and had to maintain order and respectability. They had their dignity to uphold. Why did I look like that? Who knows? My eyes were already swollen shut. My head was swollen like a basketball, and my nose was completely flat. All My teeth were gone.
Their rings had made My face like hamburger. My head felt like exploding and My back and chest were broken.I couldn’t stand, they had to drag Me. We stopped at Annis’ house, but only for a moment. They wanted to try Me and put Me to death, so we were off to Caiaphas’ house.
There they assembled there council together for the court, and held Me up for the hearing.I was silent until he said, “I adjure you by the living God, that thou tell us whether thou be The Christ, The Son Of God?” I said, ‘thou hast said.’ And he tore his robe in fury, and the beatings began intensely again. This time they kicked Me in the groin repeatedly and beat Me with their clubs and feet. This lasted again for over an hour. I just lay their knowing the worst was yet to come.
When they had enjoyed themselves enough they dragged Me off to Pilate to put Me to death. Pilate enjoyed seeing Me, knowing full well knowing what was happening and why I was there, but didn’t want anything to do with it. He took Me to his Roman soldiers to pacify them.
So I was sent to the tortures first. There they tore off My finger nails and broke each finger multiple times before crushing them in a vice.Then they took My jaw and opened My mouth until it broke wide. Then split My cheeks till there were big rips along each one. My nose which was flat already, they ripped from My face until it hung by the skin.
Then they twisted My ears until they fell each one and hung by the skin. Then last they took sharp sticks and repeatedly poked them into My eyes.They took Me from here to the scourging post. I had to be tied up twice, because My rigidity had nearly all gone, and I kept slumping to the ground.
This made the scourger angry, to him I was just another job, so he kept beating Me past the stokes I was due because of his anger.But I did think as I was being scourged, of all the healing that would come from My stripes and it made Me glad.
They undressed Me next and shoved a large stick up My rectum twice, and then put it into My mouth. I could feel a mans foot stepping on My testicles, and grinding them into the ground with his foot. He then reached down and cut off My penis.Pilate sent word he wanted to show Me off. So they plucked out My beard, platted a crown of thorns and put it on My head, and began to beat it with their sticks and yell at Me in fun.
These men had hardly no feeling at all. There lives were that way from their youth, so I forgave them. The robe incident didn’t last long and I was back to more abuse. They had more to give Me.When they had undressed Me from the robe, they took Me to a place where they branded Me head to foot, My neck, arms, legs, hands, face, and back.
They branded everything, where ever there was a place that seemed good to them. But I stunk so bad now, they had only one thing left they wanted to do. They wanted to roast My hands and feet in fire. So they did this with a torch just before leading Me away to Golgotha. (Where He was crucified).
======================================
He gave me a full year to search the Bible for further evidence of these events. Which I did, finding so much scriptural proof, that I’m amazed at our little understanding of this occurrence.
Then 2 days before the one year anniversary of the synopsis He gave me in 2002. He showed Himself to me, (about 2-3 feet away,) in that despicable form He was in, when they’d taken Him down from the cross. Hoping to hide forever the shadowy treatment we gave Him, when He happily came to earth to show mankind, - how far we must go, in being submissive - to The Father’s will.
He repeated this scene 5 times that week, all unexpectedly, and on different days. Then again, 6 months later on January 30th of 2004.
This is so fragile, and full of capacity for personal change, that I feel the need to suggest - our being as reluctant as He was to me, in giving it to others. If they crave it that’s one thing, but to bludgeon them with it, is another.
My blessings to those who revere God, and are as Hungry as I am, to find out more of H I M.
Craig.
Many people, are happy believing God no longer speaks to people,- as He did in the Old and New Testament times. And that is fine with me, if that’s what they choose. Personally, I know its different. So I want to press on, into the fullness of God, finding out everything He will reveal to me.
It had been almost 20 years, when in a great frustration, I told Him to never speak to me again. It seemed to matter little, how I repented or urged Him to forgive me for my rude, arrogant, and self-righteous attitude. He insisted in making me wait. Perhaps, wanting to install some stick-toed-ness in me, which looking back I can see, I greatly lacked.
In May of 2002, I was becoming incredibly interested in what it personally cost Jesus, to pay for my sins. Surprised at the inconsistency about it in the 4 Gospels about it, I believed He’d reveal to me, those terrible circumstances of His last 24 hours on earth.
The revelation of its content, was so horrible, and demeaning, that I would cry and cry for hours, whenever I would hear it, or reflect back on it. He being a Gentleman, would immediately stop giving it to me, and would only proceed, when I’d beg Him for more understanding of what it cost Him to pay for my conduct. I wanted to KNOW for myself what it cost J E S U S for my conduct.
After spending a month and a half, of getting little parcels of Understanding, - short views of the carnage He went through for me. I asked Him, if He wouldn’t mind, for a synopsis of all He’d been showing, and telling me, so I could have it for future references.
It was amazing the Humility He exhibited. He was showing hardly any emotion at all, as if it were only a little suffering. Reluctantly, I put in a minimal amount of punctuation marks, out of respect for How He delivered it to me. He had little desire to seek any compassion, for the price of His FREE Gift of Pardon, to those who will qualify for His Mercy, and not Justice.
People may wonder, “How could anyone receive this much punishment, and live?” As Isaiah 52:14, and all of chapter 53 mentions. But it’s validation, is written in John 10:17-18 “No one takes it from Me, but I lay it down of my own initiative.” They couldn’t kill Him, (So He kept looking worse and worse), until He personally decided to give up His life, - after hanging for 6 hours on the cross. See John 19:30. It was completely voluntary, He wasn’t killed,- He Gave - up His life when it was the right time, (for Us).
This is as pure as I could get His words - through me, on June 15, 2002.
=============================================
I walked up to Judas and the mob that was with him. Because I knew that My hour had finally come. When Peter and the disciples had left and I knew they were safe. The whole atmosphere seemed to change. They had tied My hands behind my back and we had just started walking when I was clubbed from behind, and then from everywhere.And then fists started hitting Me from every direction, and the clubs went down. They had to hit me with their fists for the satisfaction of it.
We spent more than an hour right there, before further to only pause for the same thing. They wanted to leave the imprint of their rings on My head. But it didn’t last long, because the skin became so lacerated that nothing showed anymore.
We spent three hours in the Garden of Gethsemane trying to exhaust their fury on Me, before we reached the city streets and had to maintain order and respectability. They had their dignity to uphold. Why did I look like that? Who knows? My eyes were already swollen shut. My head was swollen like a basketball, and my nose was completely flat. All My teeth were gone.
Their rings had made My face like hamburger. My head felt like exploding and My back and chest were broken.I couldn’t stand, they had to drag Me. We stopped at Annis’ house, but only for a moment. They wanted to try Me and put Me to death, so we were off to Caiaphas’ house.
There they assembled there council together for the court, and held Me up for the hearing.I was silent until he said, “I adjure you by the living God, that thou tell us whether thou be The Christ, The Son Of God?” I said, ‘thou hast said.’ And he tore his robe in fury, and the beatings began intensely again. This time they kicked Me in the groin repeatedly and beat Me with their clubs and feet. This lasted again for over an hour. I just lay their knowing the worst was yet to come.
When they had enjoyed themselves enough they dragged Me off to Pilate to put Me to death. Pilate enjoyed seeing Me, knowing full well knowing what was happening and why I was there, but didn’t want anything to do with it. He took Me to his Roman soldiers to pacify them.
So I was sent to the tortures first. There they tore off My finger nails and broke each finger multiple times before crushing them in a vice.Then they took My jaw and opened My mouth until it broke wide. Then split My cheeks till there were big rips along each one. My nose which was flat already, they ripped from My face until it hung by the skin.
Then they twisted My ears until they fell each one and hung by the skin. Then last they took sharp sticks and repeatedly poked them into My eyes.They took Me from here to the scourging post. I had to be tied up twice, because My rigidity had nearly all gone, and I kept slumping to the ground.
This made the scourger angry, to him I was just another job, so he kept beating Me past the stokes I was due because of his anger.But I did think as I was being scourged, of all the healing that would come from My stripes and it made Me glad.
They undressed Me next and shoved a large stick up My rectum twice, and then put it into My mouth. I could feel a mans foot stepping on My testicles, and grinding them into the ground with his foot. He then reached down and cut off My penis.Pilate sent word he wanted to show Me off. So they plucked out My beard, platted a crown of thorns and put it on My head, and began to beat it with their sticks and yell at Me in fun.
These men had hardly no feeling at all. There lives were that way from their youth, so I forgave them. The robe incident didn’t last long and I was back to more abuse. They had more to give Me.When they had undressed Me from the robe, they took Me to a place where they branded Me head to foot, My neck, arms, legs, hands, face, and back.
They branded everything, where ever there was a place that seemed good to them. But I stunk so bad now, they had only one thing left they wanted to do. They wanted to roast My hands and feet in fire. So they did this with a torch just before leading Me away to Golgotha. (Where He was crucified).
======================================
He gave me a full year to search the Bible for further evidence of these events. Which I did, finding so much scriptural proof, that I’m amazed at our little understanding of this occurrence.
Then 2 days before the one year anniversary of the synopsis He gave me in 2002. He showed Himself to me, (about 2-3 feet away,) in that despicable form He was in, when they’d taken Him down from the cross. Hoping to hide forever the shadowy treatment we gave Him, when He happily came to earth to show mankind, - how far we must go, in being submissive - to The Father’s will.
He repeated this scene 5 times that week, all unexpectedly, and on different days. Then again, 6 months later on January 30th of 2004.
This is so fragile, and full of capacity for personal change, that I feel the need to suggest - our being as reluctant as He was to me, in giving it to others. If they crave it that’s one thing, but to bludgeon them with it, is another.
My blessings to those who revere God, and are as Hungry as I am, to find out more of H I M.
Craig.
Jesus was tortured 1st
Jesus, was tortured 1st
Many people, are happy believing God no longer speaks to people,- as He did in the Old and New Testament times. And that is fine with me, if that’s what they choose. Personally, I know its different. So I want to press on, into the fullness of God, finding out everything He will reveal to me.
It had been almost 20 years, when in a great frustration, I told Him to never speak to me again. It seemed to matter little, how I repented or urged Him to forgive me for my rude, arrogant, and self-righteous attitude. He insisted in making me wait. Perhaps, wanting to install some stick-toed-ness in me, which looking back I can see, I greatly lacked.
In May of 2002, I was becoming incredibly interested in what it personally cost Jesus, to pay for my sins. Surprised at the inconsistency about it in the 4 Gospels about it, I believed He’d reveal to me, those terrible circumstances of His last 24 hours on earth.
The revelation of its content, was so horrible, and demeaning, that I would cry and cry for hours, whenever I would hear it, or reflect back on it. He being a Gentleman, would immediately stop giving it to me, and would only proceed, when I’d beg Him for more understanding of what it cost Him to pay for my conduct. I wanted to KNOW for myself what it cost J E S U S for my conduct.
After spending a month and a half, of getting little parcels of Understanding, - short views of the carnage He went through for me. I asked Him, if He wouldn’t mind, for a synopsis of all He’d been showing, and telling me, so I could have it for future references.
It was amazing the Humility He exhibited. He was showing hardly any emotion at all, as if it were only a little suffering. Reluctantly, I put in a minimal amount of punctuation marks, out of respect for How He delivered it to me. He had little desire to seek any compassion, for the price of His FREE Gift of Pardon, to those who will qualify for His Mercy, and not Justice.
People may wonder, “How could anyone receive this much punishment, and live?” As Isaiah 52:14, and all of chapter 53 mentions. But it’s validation, is written in John 10:17-18 “No one takes it from Me, but I lay it down of my own initiative.” They couldn’t kill Him, (So He kept looking worse and worse), until He personally decided to give up His life, - after hanging for 6 hours on the cross. See John 19:30. It was completely voluntary, He wasn’t killed,- He Gave - up His life when it was the right time, (for Us).
This is as pure as I could get His words - through me, on June 15, 2002.
=============================================
I walked up to Judas and the mob that was with him. Because I knew that My hour had finally come. When Peter and the disciples had left and I knew they were safe. The whole atmosphere seemed to change.
They had tied My hands behind my back and we had just started walking when I was clubbed from behind, and then from everywhere.And then fists started hitting Me from every direction, and the clubs went down. They had to hit me with their fists for the satisfaction of it.
We spent more than an hour right there, before further to only pause for the same thing. They wanted to leave the imprint of their rings on My head. But it didn’t last long, because the skin became so lacerated that nothing showed anymore.
We spent three hours in the Garden of Gethsemane trying to exhaust their fury on Me, before we reached the city streets and had to maintain order and respectability. They had their dignity to uphold. Why did I look like that? Who knows?
My eyes were already swollen shut. My head was swollen like a basketball, and my nose was completely flat. All My teeth were gone. Their rings had made My face like hamburger. My head felt like exploding and My back and chest were broken.
I couldn’t stand, they had to drag Me. We stopped at Annis’ house, but only for a moment. They wanted to try Me and put Me to death, so we were off to Caiaphas’ house. There they assembled there council together for the court, and held Me up for the hearing.I was silent until he said, “I adjure you by the living God, that thou tell us whether thou be The Christ, The Son Of God?”
I said, ‘thou hast said.’ And he tore his robe in fury, and the beatings began intensely again. This time they kicked Me in the groin repeatedly and beat Me with their clubs and feet. This lasted again for over an hour. I just lay their knowing the worst was yet to come.
When they had enjoyed themselves enough they dragged Me off to Pilate to put Me to death. Pilate enjoyed seeing Me, knowing full well knowing what was happening and why I was there, but didn’t want anything to do with it. He took Me to his Roman soldiers to pacify them.
So I was sent to the tortures first. There they tore off My finger nails and broke each finger multiple times before crushing them in a vice.Then they took My jaw and opened My mouth until it broke wide. Then split My cheeks till there were big rips along each one.
My nose which was flat already, they ripped from My face until it hung by the skin. Then they twisted My ears until they fell each one and hung by the skin. Then last they took sharp sticks and repeatedly poked them into My eyes.
They took Me from here to the scourging post. I had to be tied up twice, because My rigidity had nearly all gone, and I kept slumping to the ground. This made the scourger angry, to him I was just another job, so he kept beating Me past the stokes I was due because of his anger.But I did think as I was being scourged, of all the healing that would come from My stripes and it made Me glad.
They undressed Me next and shoved a large stick up My rectum twice, and then put it into My mouth. I could feel a mans foot stepping on My testicles, and grinding them into the ground with his foot. He then reached down and cut off My penis.Pilate sent word he wanted to show Me off.
So they plucked out My beard, platted a crown of thorns and put it on My head, and began to beat it with their sticks and yell at Me in fun. These men had hardly no feeling at all. There lives were that way from their youth, so I forgave them.
The robe incident didn’t last long and I was back to more abuse. They had more to give Me.When they had undressed Me from the robe, they took Me to a place where they branded Me head to foot, My neck, arms, legs, hands, face, and back.
They branded everything, where ever there was a place that seemed good to them. But I stunk so bad now, they had only one thing left they wanted to do. They wanted to roast My hands and feet in fire. So they did this with a torch just before leading Me away to Golgotha. (Where He was crucified).
======================================
He gave me a full year to search the Bible for further evidence of these events. Which I did, finding so much scriptural proof, that I’m amazed at our little understanding of this occurrence.
Then 2 days before the one year anniversary of the synopsis He gave me in 2002. He showed Himself to me, (about 2-3 feet away,) in that despicable form He was in, when they’d taken Him down from the cross. Hoping to hide forever the shadowy treatment we gave Him, when He happily came to earth to show mankind, - how far we must go, in being submissive - to The Father’s will.
He repeated this scene 5 times that week, all unexpectedly, and on different days. Then again, 6 months later on January 30th of 2004.
This is so fragile, and full of capacity for personal change, that I feel the need to suggest - our being as reluctant as He was to me, in giving it to others. If they crave it that’s one thing, but to bludgeon them with it, is another.
My blessings to those who revere God, and are as Hungry as I am, to find out more of H I M.
Craig.
Many people, are happy believing God no longer speaks to people,- as He did in the Old and New Testament times. And that is fine with me, if that’s what they choose. Personally, I know its different. So I want to press on, into the fullness of God, finding out everything He will reveal to me.
It had been almost 20 years, when in a great frustration, I told Him to never speak to me again. It seemed to matter little, how I repented or urged Him to forgive me for my rude, arrogant, and self-righteous attitude. He insisted in making me wait. Perhaps, wanting to install some stick-toed-ness in me, which looking back I can see, I greatly lacked.
In May of 2002, I was becoming incredibly interested in what it personally cost Jesus, to pay for my sins. Surprised at the inconsistency about it in the 4 Gospels about it, I believed He’d reveal to me, those terrible circumstances of His last 24 hours on earth.
The revelation of its content, was so horrible, and demeaning, that I would cry and cry for hours, whenever I would hear it, or reflect back on it. He being a Gentleman, would immediately stop giving it to me, and would only proceed, when I’d beg Him for more understanding of what it cost Him to pay for my conduct. I wanted to KNOW for myself what it cost J E S U S for my conduct.
After spending a month and a half, of getting little parcels of Understanding, - short views of the carnage He went through for me. I asked Him, if He wouldn’t mind, for a synopsis of all He’d been showing, and telling me, so I could have it for future references.
It was amazing the Humility He exhibited. He was showing hardly any emotion at all, as if it were only a little suffering. Reluctantly, I put in a minimal amount of punctuation marks, out of respect for How He delivered it to me. He had little desire to seek any compassion, for the price of His FREE Gift of Pardon, to those who will qualify for His Mercy, and not Justice.
People may wonder, “How could anyone receive this much punishment, and live?” As Isaiah 52:14, and all of chapter 53 mentions. But it’s validation, is written in John 10:17-18 “No one takes it from Me, but I lay it down of my own initiative.” They couldn’t kill Him, (So He kept looking worse and worse), until He personally decided to give up His life, - after hanging for 6 hours on the cross. See John 19:30. It was completely voluntary, He wasn’t killed,- He Gave - up His life when it was the right time, (for Us).
This is as pure as I could get His words - through me, on June 15, 2002.
=============================================
I walked up to Judas and the mob that was with him. Because I knew that My hour had finally come. When Peter and the disciples had left and I knew they were safe. The whole atmosphere seemed to change.
They had tied My hands behind my back and we had just started walking when I was clubbed from behind, and then from everywhere.And then fists started hitting Me from every direction, and the clubs went down. They had to hit me with their fists for the satisfaction of it.
We spent more than an hour right there, before further to only pause for the same thing. They wanted to leave the imprint of their rings on My head. But it didn’t last long, because the skin became so lacerated that nothing showed anymore.
We spent three hours in the Garden of Gethsemane trying to exhaust their fury on Me, before we reached the city streets and had to maintain order and respectability. They had their dignity to uphold. Why did I look like that? Who knows?
My eyes were already swollen shut. My head was swollen like a basketball, and my nose was completely flat. All My teeth were gone. Their rings had made My face like hamburger. My head felt like exploding and My back and chest were broken.
I couldn’t stand, they had to drag Me. We stopped at Annis’ house, but only for a moment. They wanted to try Me and put Me to death, so we were off to Caiaphas’ house. There they assembled there council together for the court, and held Me up for the hearing.I was silent until he said, “I adjure you by the living God, that thou tell us whether thou be The Christ, The Son Of God?”
I said, ‘thou hast said.’ And he tore his robe in fury, and the beatings began intensely again. This time they kicked Me in the groin repeatedly and beat Me with their clubs and feet. This lasted again for over an hour. I just lay their knowing the worst was yet to come.
When they had enjoyed themselves enough they dragged Me off to Pilate to put Me to death. Pilate enjoyed seeing Me, knowing full well knowing what was happening and why I was there, but didn’t want anything to do with it. He took Me to his Roman soldiers to pacify them.
So I was sent to the tortures first. There they tore off My finger nails and broke each finger multiple times before crushing them in a vice.Then they took My jaw and opened My mouth until it broke wide. Then split My cheeks till there were big rips along each one.
My nose which was flat already, they ripped from My face until it hung by the skin. Then they twisted My ears until they fell each one and hung by the skin. Then last they took sharp sticks and repeatedly poked them into My eyes.
They took Me from here to the scourging post. I had to be tied up twice, because My rigidity had nearly all gone, and I kept slumping to the ground. This made the scourger angry, to him I was just another job, so he kept beating Me past the stokes I was due because of his anger.But I did think as I was being scourged, of all the healing that would come from My stripes and it made Me glad.
They undressed Me next and shoved a large stick up My rectum twice, and then put it into My mouth. I could feel a mans foot stepping on My testicles, and grinding them into the ground with his foot. He then reached down and cut off My penis.Pilate sent word he wanted to show Me off.
So they plucked out My beard, platted a crown of thorns and put it on My head, and began to beat it with their sticks and yell at Me in fun. These men had hardly no feeling at all. There lives were that way from their youth, so I forgave them.
The robe incident didn’t last long and I was back to more abuse. They had more to give Me.When they had undressed Me from the robe, they took Me to a place where they branded Me head to foot, My neck, arms, legs, hands, face, and back.
They branded everything, where ever there was a place that seemed good to them. But I stunk so bad now, they had only one thing left they wanted to do. They wanted to roast My hands and feet in fire. So they did this with a torch just before leading Me away to Golgotha. (Where He was crucified).
======================================
He gave me a full year to search the Bible for further evidence of these events. Which I did, finding so much scriptural proof, that I’m amazed at our little understanding of this occurrence.
Then 2 days before the one year anniversary of the synopsis He gave me in 2002. He showed Himself to me, (about 2-3 feet away,) in that despicable form He was in, when they’d taken Him down from the cross. Hoping to hide forever the shadowy treatment we gave Him, when He happily came to earth to show mankind, - how far we must go, in being submissive - to The Father’s will.
He repeated this scene 5 times that week, all unexpectedly, and on different days. Then again, 6 months later on January 30th of 2004.
This is so fragile, and full of capacity for personal change, that I feel the need to suggest - our being as reluctant as He was to me, in giving it to others. If they crave it that’s one thing, but to bludgeon them with it, is another.
My blessings to those who revere God, and are as Hungry as I am, to find out more of H I M.
Craig.
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