This weekend my glasses snapped–broken down their center line.
My friend helped fix them temporarily with a bit of purple tape. It was not my most fashionable weekend.
But I was catching glimpses of the crucifixion–reading chapters from the gospel. Little snapshots–Jesus betrayed, Jesus beaten, Jesus mocked, scorned, tried.
At what point would he have lost his glasses? I do not believe he needed them, let us be clear, but the question lingered–at what point did the story of the death of Christ become unbearable?
Pretty early on.
Jesus suffered agony and humiliation in my place. He took on more pain than we can bear to even contemplate.
Our mistake. We should.
Because the Cross was agony we have the glimpse and promise of heaven.
Jesus paid it all.
For us, with the rank winds of hell at our backs.