Man in the Middle
Thursday, August 13, 2009
10:39 PM
Hey guys I know I like posting random crap on my blog.
I still do.
But if I were to write about something more solemn, like
religion or something, I wonder how it'd turn out...
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The setting sun was like none other, with its crimson rays
smiling at the crowd. If anyone looked up, they would've seen
the gorgeous evening clouds bowing before the sun. It definitely
looked like a setting for a romantic event, but the shouts of pain
and agony extinguished the atmosphere.
See, three men were about to undergo a period of unspeakable pain
before being allowed the luxury of death. Two were petty thieves,
whom were sentenced to death for their crimes. At the end of their ordeal
though, both of them were acquitted.
Bits and pieces of small talk echoed through the bloody fanfare.
"I heard people call that guy in the middle the Son of Man, they say He is God,
but what the hell is He doing there letting them beat the shit out of Him?"
Whips lashed, skin tore, blood spilled. For the millionth time, the man in the middle cried
in pain. But He was determined to endure the process, however painful it would be.
People like you and I, would yell when we're cut by a small object. When we see blood, we go, "Shit, fuck.". But the man in the middle has blood flowing down his body like a twisted river with His death written all over it.
As I stood amongst the crowd watching peculiarly, I saw how tired He was, a man of 33 years, but with hazel eyes that had seen much more. I saw a villager walking to him, and pressing a cloth of wine onto his dehydrated, broken lips. Then he said, "Forgive them
for they know not what they're doing.", and with that those newly moist lips closed.
For the first time, I was puzzled, that someone could shrug off the most heinous of crimes.
Maybe what He did was for us, for me. All the cries of pain, all the blood and broken skin, and the crown of thorns feeding on His head. I can't comprehend the pain, but He did.
I'm a sinner, I should've shot to hell, I didn't deserve forgiveness, and a new beginning.
I should've been buried in my misdeeds, but I'm alive and well, unshackled by the world.
He was a king, but he came to die. I'll never know how it's like to be born with a death sentence. Imagine yourself at a tender age of 12, and your Dad comes into your room and with a grave tone, tells you that you're going to die for something random assholes did, and their burdens are yours to carry. Now imagine yourself saying yes. you can't, but he did. The man in the middle, I didn't get to see his face, but i saw his heart.
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Uhh yeah I tried not to go overboard with religion. comment please!
