The brutality that was suffered.
A while ago, I was told a story about a father who only had a single child. The father loves his child from the first time He holds his son in his hands, and spends what is essentially an eternity with his Son. The father and his Son create memories together, at times amazing beautiful memories, such as creating, moulding and sculpting together in their pottery studio. The first time the child laughs, the many firsts that a parent is privileged to experience. The Son gets older and acquires a driving license. It is about 3 years later, and the child passes-away due to a road-accident.
The father seeks out counselling, and meets with his local Pastor. The Father explains to the pastor: the event of his Son’s death, is also the event of his own death in part. The process of suffering the death of the Child, is in part for the parent a process of his own dying as well. At the place where the accident took place, I too suffer death.
The first time, I heard this story I wondered to myself: “How much more, does God suffer the Crucifixion of Jesus Christ. Suffer the separation from his Son with whom He has spent eternity with. All so that we may be reconciled to him, so we may experience his Love.“
For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. –John 3:16
May we experience God renewal this Easter.
Your brother in Christ,