For the last 40 days I've reflected on the life of Jesus and what he went through. I’ve imagined had it been me...I never could have made it all the way to the cross. He was alone - all his disciples had deserted him except for his mother and three women along with John, the beloved disciple.
His death was agonizing and humiliating. If it would have been me, I would have called the whole thing off the first time Peter said he didn’t know me. I couldn’t have borne Judas’ betrayal, couldn’t have stood still for his kiss. I would have jumped off the cross long before a sword pierced my side, long before “It is finished!”