// the ninth hour //

when we talk about the specific details of Christ's death,

we often talk about the pain that he endured.
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the pain as every limb in his human body was torn 

and dislocated.

as he pushed himself up off the nails in his ankles

to breath.

as liquid filled his lungs,

blocking the flow of oxygen. 

as hours wore on and he slowly suffocated 

every nerve and limb in his body on fire with 

pain beyond comprehension. 

and even as i write these words i know:

these descriptions don't even come close 

to describing what it really was.

but.

what of the other pain?

this Son of God bore every sin

ever committed

on Himself.

when this happened,

God turned away,

unable to look upon the sin

His Son wore.

and because of this Jesus cried out:

"My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?"

this strikes me as agony.

agony at having to endure God's wrath.

and its because of this that i think,

we can cannot comprehend the physical pain,

but imagine how much worse the

mental pain

was.

<3 eva
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"he is the saving grace of the galaxies"
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