The morning that Jesus was condemned, I sipped my coffee with contentment while sitting on the back porch.
While He was hungry and thirsty, I savored the sweet flavor of my coffee creamer, and wondered what flavor I should try next.
While crowds screamed for Him to be crucified, I enjoyed the songs of the birds as they moved from branch to branch.
While He was suspended from the wrists and flogged, shredding the flesh of His back, I indulged in a warm shower.
While He dragged the cross up the hill to Golgotha, stumbling, enduring splinters from the wood and the weight of His burden, I sat on my soft couch to fold a load of fresh, clean laundry.
While the nails separated sinew and bone, piercing through skin and muscle, I prepared a warm breakfast for my kids.
While His blood ran thick, red and hot down His arms, down His face, down His back, I filed my nails and polished them in a bright Easter pink.
While Mary watched her son suffer a bloody, gruesome death, I complained of the messy state of my kids’ rooms.
While Jesus groaned on the cross and struggled to breathe, I took a break and sat down for a little rest.
While He promised eternal life to a criminal dying next to Him, I yawned, stretched, checked the clock, and begrudgingly started on my next chore.
While He sighed His last breath with the phrase, “It is finished”, my sins were paid for. My filth was purchased by the ransom of pure, innocent blood.
And He did it without complaint.
In every way, I am undeserving of His suffering and sacrifice.
But good news is coming…