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Thursday, April 08, 2004

The Passion


...For God so love the world that he gave his only begotten son, and whoever believes in Him should not perish but have an eternal life...John 3:16

In observance of the Lenten season, I have watched a less than 2-hour film, or, should I say not just film, that ever made me cry from my introspection till the resolution of it. The Passion is a film by Mel Gibson, his version of the twelve-hour suffering of Jesus of Nazareth's life.

The initial setting was on a mid-way dawn, wherein, Jesus Christ was in Gethsemane, the garden of olives. Satan's temptation was also featured. Betrayed by Judas Iscariot, who hanged himself of guilt and denied by Peter, as what was written, Jesus was condemned by the people and persecuted him of being blasphemous. He was brought to Pontius Pilate, the Roman governor of Palestine who argued with the Pharisees accusations against Jesus and whose conscience was bothered by the mystery of our Lord, and, with penitence, washed his hands from sin. Until Jesus Christ, our Lord, was convicted for no apparent reason leading into crucifixion. He was handed over to the Roman soldiers, who relentlessly tortured him along the way to his Calvary.

Man, of his father's own creation---were the executioner themselves. Nothing could ever be more painful than for a mother, Mary, seeing his begotten son in pain, crucified and put into carcass on her lap. " It was finished..." the famous line the Lord foretold us before he died, that saved mankind from sin.

Those excruciating, no-mercy, blows-to-death hit by the Roman soldiers and the crowd, directly onto the Lord's corporeal state, made me cry so much that crushed and reaped my heart off apart. Imagine the Lord, our God, was in all sorts of pain, that no anesthesia could handle it--- the time he was once here.

The film made my heart and my devotions never the same again. I have realized how hard the Lord had suffered in the hands of man that puts every suffering of mine into a far-fetched sail compared with him. It's not the compassion I felt from with in, but just as a simple as, I, here saying... I love you Lord and sorry for everything. Thy will be done.




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