A fall to my knees moment

Encouragement, Glory of God, Good News, Gratitude, Jesus, Joy, Love of God, Praise, Wonder 1 Minute

I love babies. My favorite thing when my son was a baby was the smell of his head. I guess that’s why I love the line in the song Away in a Manger that says “the little Lord Jesus lay down His sweet head.”

So when I read this the other day about His precious head, I was amazed at how much He loves me, and how much He loves you.

In Matthew 27, he was flogged then turned over to the Roman soldiers to be crucified. But that was not enough. They felt the need to mock Him first. They stripped Him, put on a scarlet robe, a crown of thorns on His sweet head, and placed a stick in his hand as a specter. Then they knelt before Him in mockery and taunted, “Hail! King of the Jews!” They then spit on Him and grabbed the stick and proceeded to beat Him on the head with it, while He was still wearing the crown of thorns.

That the Lord of Glory, who existed before the beginning of time would do that for me and you is more than I can comprehend.

He did this “for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame…” (Heb. 12:2)

And what was that joy? To restore us to what God originally intended all along. To have an eternal fellowship with us.

This truly makes me fall to my knees in gratitude.

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  7. Jesus chose to give his life for all mankind, and took our death penalties. What amazing love he demonstrates to us. Thank you Jesus for your taking my punishment for me. I give you my worship and my heart!

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  8. A prayer from the chaplet, the seven wounds of Christ…

    O my Jesus, Your Holy Face has been marred by the malice of sinful man. The thorns from the twisted branches penetrate into Your Sacred Head, the Temple of Divine Wisdom. May the memory of Your wounds ever remain in the hidden places of my heart, to stir up within me Your compassionate sorrow, so that the flame of Your love may be enkindled in me. I thank You for the infinite love with which You endured so numerous and such cruel sufferings, to expiate my sins which I detest with all my heart. “O Jesus, whose Face delights my heart, I beseech You to imprint in me Your Divine resemblance, to inflame me with Your love and make me contemplate Your glorious Face in Heaven.”

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