Part 8: Realization
And You were dead.
I grew up knowing that,
being told that it meant so much.
I was raised on the idea of Your death meant my life,
Your death the ultimate sacrifice.
And Your resurrection the proof of a promise complete from You.
But You did die.
A terrible, gruesome, painful death.
You were ridiculed, cursed, accused.
You were tried though innocent,
hated though You brought so much hope and healing and truth.
Yet I betrayed You.
I failed to listen, to act on Your words.
I chose people, relationships, things I own, work, even my life,
over You.
You were dead.
God, forced to die.
To save me from myself, from others,
from a purposeless life and destruction.
Murdered, slowly, publicly.
The violence of humanity placed on You.
So You could restore it to glory.
How undeserving we are of You.
This is our God.
And You were dead.
I grew up knowing that,
being told that it meant so much.
I was raised on the idea of Your death meant my life,
Your death the ultimate sacrifice.
And Your resurrection the proof of a promise complete from You.
But You did die.
A terrible, gruesome, painful death.
You were ridiculed, cursed, accused.
You were tried though innocent,
hated though You brought so much hope and healing and truth.
Yet I betrayed You.
I failed to listen, to act on Your words.
I chose people, relationships, things I own, work, even my life,
over You.
You were dead.
God, forced to die.
To save me from myself, from others,
from a purposeless life and destruction.
Murdered, slowly, publicly.
The violence of humanity placed on You.
So You could restore it to glory.
How undeserving we are of You.
This is our God.
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