"I Did It All For You. I Love You"

The easter that we just celebrated yesterday has been a truly memorable and meaningful one. I thank God for the privilege of immersing myself in the sufferings that Jesus went through in the last part of His ministry on earth. A team of us was given the opportunity to re-enact the story of the Cross and the Resurrection. I was given the honour of taking the role of Jesus in the short skit.

It was perhaps the most under-dressed wretched-looking occasion of my life. I had to be dressed with torn and dirty clothes heavily stained with blood and dirt and had the exposed parts of my body splashed with blood. The skit began with the exhaustive journey that Jesus had to tread up to the place where He would die, the hills of Golgotha.

As I looked at my hands and arms with blood covering almost entirely, I was thinking in myself why those hands that touched and healed the eyes of the blind, that embraced children when they came running to me, that helped the lame up again to walk, that lifted up 5 fishes and 2 loaves of bread and blessed them to multiply, that soaked the towel and washed the dirty and dusty feet of my disciples, that took bread and wine and served them during supper last night, had to be covered with such condemnation. Carrying that cross on hot and rough dust gracing my feet, I stumbled and grappled up that hill with such extreme exhaustion and life-draining pain. The intense sharpness of bitter lacerations and raw cold exposed flesh on my back and belly could hardly wrap my body in the least of decency. As I looked up and saw the angry faces with loud mockings and insults in my ears, occasionally being greeted with spurts of saliva hurled by spits, they were all accusing and insulting me. I fell flat on my face with the entire crucifix planks crushing my head into the ground pushing deeper the crown of thorns already affixed on it. The journey had to be traversed and my mission had to be completed. I took a glance at the nails that pinned me up on the wood and I looked at the multitudes beneath me. "Father, forgive them for they do not know what they are doing." I pushed myself up using my feet another time so I could gasp a breath of the air. The moment finally came for me of the most unbearable and utter loneliness with such abandonment from the one I have always been, I truly love, I could not express but only with my parched dry voice, "My God, ..... My God, ... Why have you forsaken me?" Shortly later, I knew I would be no more on that cross, I knew the time was coming that I had to take my last breath. with the overwhelming thought still in my mind, the crystal clear conviction in my heart, the very heartfelt emotions and they still remain, "I did it all for you. I love you."