He felt the grief and sadness of others; I mean he really carried it. In fact it seemed like God himself had it in for this guy. He carried the weight of our hurts, lost dreams, all our guilty regrets, it seemed to crush him. And yet those around him often found peace and healing because he took on their hurts and pains. We were the stupid ones, the lost ones, the rule breakers, but he paid the price. And he didn’t yell back. He didn’t post hateful things about us on Twitter. He just looked on in silence.
He didn’t get a fair deal and his life was cut short way too soon. He died the death of a criminal and was buried in a rich man’s grave. But God had his reasons for the beat down he received; there was a deeper work being done and meaning in the end. After the hurt comes the healing, not just of his wounds but of all of us.
The end of the story, the lesson learned - out of sacrifice comes joy, out of death comes life. Who would have believed it?