FORGIVE ME
Forgive me, Jesus, but I just can’t look. As I read the gospel accounts of the last hours of your mortal life, I still can’t bring myself to “watch” some moments—those telling of the cruelest atrocities inflicted on your person and of the foulest indignities heaped upon your head. I dare not linger there. I must cut the scene short and hurry on. I cannot bear to witness the full panoply of agonies that You endured…for the sins of others, for the sake of others. I cannot even…