What do you say when every word hurts,
when every syllable burns?
As a
preacher, my words are my craft. They
are what I seek from the Lord to serve to His people. There is a reason that
there is no “sermon from the cross”, no treaty, no thesis. It’s only seven
words. Because the means of execution
that was crucifixion was designed to make everything hurt, to put the weight of
your body on your lungs. It was death by
asphyxiation in the slowest way possible.
Every word required pain, and was bought in agony. Even more so for Christ, whose back whipped
and beaten, to push up against the wounds.
So every word spoken here was bought at a great price, and each word
hurt, and any of them could be their last.
So I will tell
you the part of the story that is mine to tell, the story about three men, and
the words they spoke, while they hung dying…
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