Under Pressure... (anybody name the band?)

Well, one coke, couple big glasses of sweet tea and alot of chocolate later, here i am with a massive sugar buzz.... awaiting the crash that is inevitably about to hit me. But that's not why i'm writing. A thought that i have been thinking about for a while just popped back into my head so i had to write it down before my dumb butt forgot about it again.

Jesus died for us. We all know this. He died on the cross. Again, we all know this. But have you ever really taken the time to really process everything that happened while He was hanging there, conquering the sins that had happened, the sins that were happening, and the sins that were going to happen.

Remember when you, oh, i don't know, disobeyed your parents? (if you say you never did, i will jump through the computer and ninjy chop you.) Remember the guilt you felt? Remember the pressure that was upon you as you waited for daddy to come home and pull the belt out because you screwed up big time? And that crazy amount of guilt and pressure is just from 1 thing we did wrong... or sin.

Now that we can all relate, take that pressure and multiply it by oh, i dont know, around 15 billion (the number is probably waaaaay higher but just go with it.) Can you imagine the pressure of all that sin... on one person?

Yea..... that's how Jesus felt. That's how Jesus felt when He conquered all of our sin. When He got 3 huge spikes nailed through His hands and feet. When He got a crown of nothin but thorns shoved violently on top of His head. When He was beaten again. and again. and again. and again. Until He was nothing but a beautiful mess of flesh that emitted such righteousness, such glory, that the Roman guards were to blind to actually see what He was doing.... for them. and me. and you.