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Monday, August 08, 2016
Jesus Did More Than Weep
So often when people talk about Jesus, they talk about conquerer Jesus who rose from the grave, compassionate Jesus who forgave the sinner, healing Jesus who made the blind man see, or even sacrificial Jesus who died so we might live.
They forget betrayed Jesus who was handed over to His enemies, angry Jesus who turned over tables, lonely Jesus who ached for someone to be near Him in his suffering, or desperate Jesus who asked why God had forsaken Him.
There is no emotion that we feel that He did not. Anyone who tells you, or anyone else, to limit their God given emotions to praise and peace do not have a clue of the depth of Jesus' love, pain, or sacrifice.
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