Jesus Is Nailed to the
Cross.
Huge
nails are hammered through his hands and feet to fix him on the cross. He is
bleeding much more seriously now. As the cross is lifted up, the weight of his
life hangs on those nails. Every time he struggles to pull himself up to breathe,
his ability to cling to life slips away.
We adore you, O Christ, and we
bless you. Because by your holy cross you have redeemed the world.
I
make myself watch the nails being driven through his flesh. And I watch his
face. I contemplate the completeness of his entry into our lives. Can there
be any pain or agony he would not understand? This is for me. Nailed to a cross
to forever proclaim liberty to captives. What sorrow and gratitude fill my heart!
