THE PAIN OF THE CROSS

We can only imagine how much pain Jesus endured on that ole’ rugged cross, but even before being nailed…the walk. Carrying the weight on his shoulders. What pain…what shame…with every step. How much endurance would it take to finish? How much love would it take to stay up there? The operation of the Spirit must take its course. It wasn’t easy but it was worth it.

When we were redeemed by the blood of  Christ accepting Him as our Lord and Savior, we said yes to the bearing of our own cross. We said yes to the blood, the sweat, the tears, the rejection. We said yes to His will, His purpose, and to His process. To truly deny thyself and lay it all down takes love. Not any type of love. Not the type that the world gives. Not love that’s given by the flesh. An undying love. A timeless love. A love of the Spirit. This love transcends and demolishes every wall, partition, veil, and every obstacle that could separate a child from their parent. A love that can’t be quenched. It endures all things to achieve unity. A Father unified with His children…the body.

Rom 8:17-18

And if children, then heirs; heirs of God, and joint heirs of Christ, if so be that we suffer with Him, that we may be also glorified together.
For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that shall be revealed in us.