And still does.
He healed and blessed and loved.
And still does.
He taught and strengthened.
And still does.
He served and set the perfect example.
He washed His apostles feet.
He did the will of the Father.
He suffered in the Garden.
For each person individually.
He healed a man's ear.
After He had suffered for that man.
All he had done, and would yet do.
He suffered for Peter.
And me.
And you.
He was condemned, accused on false charges.
He walked as a Lamb to the slaughter.
At the least, He was a good man.
At the most, a God.
And indeed, He was both.
He was abused and tortured.
By the very men He had just suffered for.
Men for whom He had surely come to love.
He was crucified.
And in the end, He cried out,
"My God, why hast thou forsaken me?"
And God must have hid in the corners of eternity,
And wept,
And suffered,
With His Beloved Son.
But He returned.
He not only died for us,
He lives for us still.
He left the stone rolled away,
So Mary, and I, and you, could see in.
For "He is not here, He is risen."
He even left His laundry folded.
Selfless in the end.
Selfless at the beginning.
He does not resent us in the least for His suffering,
On our behalf.
Rather, He is here to hold our hands.
And carry and comfort,
And love and strengthen,
Us.
Me.
You.
Always.
He is my Savior.
He is the Light, Life, and Way.
I am His representative.
His hands on the earth right now.
And I will try,
Every day,
To live up to His name.
As an imperfect follower and servant,
I believe in Christ.
I know that my Redeemer lives.
Love,
Hermana Clark