no greater love

as i'm typing this...a 2 hour lecture is going on. well, woke up on the only side of bed, late. so there goes my class. anyways, partly my fault. i watched I,Robot to pass the time last nite...only to be interrupted to watch Fahrenheit 9/11...which was also interrupted by sleep...to then be interrupted by a visit to the Putrajaya Hospital...whoever you are...i hope u're ok:P stop vomitting ok! it's gross:P

continued my I,Robot movie till bout 6am.it's a really cool show. and it gaved me the chills. what if really one day the world has robots walking as one of us? what if one day, we have to befriend them, what if they take us over? it's something to think about.

anyways, i've been wanting to post up my last weekends experience watching the Passion of the Christ. yeah, i'm late watching it. but so what! watched it at One Utama with Evelin. all this while i had the movie in my pc, but haven't watched it yet. it's a cinema screener version. a few months ago, during my hols, Jason came over to my house and we were thinking of watching it...we felt like watching a kewl movie. after one minute into the show, we just decided we weren't ready to watch it:( coz from last weekends, experience, it's not a casual movie that u jsut watch u pass time.

anyways, i did prepare myself to watch it, after hearing all kinds of reports from others who've watched it before. it's like a bible story coming to life. i was moved by what i saw. it may just be a movie, but it was depicted very well. and i couldn't take it when i saw Jesus flogged, my eye's burst. every flogging he got, i knew He did it for me. i watched as they accused Him, they taunted Him, but the Son of God never retaliated. He took the blame and the shame, for me. He endured it all, for me, so that i might have eternal life. i imagine that someone else who had gotten that kinda of flogging, would probably have died even as he tried to carry the cross and do a cross country all the way to the mountain. seriously,come to think of it, dying on the cross isn't so glamarous and simple as alot of artist put it in their paintings. it never crossed my mind, that the journey from where Jesus was flogged to where He was crucified was such a long and distant one. i never imagined He was soo bloodied and broken as He carried the sins of the world to the mountain. i never thought that He had to go through so much just to be crucified. to be honest, i tot that He was escorted like a VIP all the way to the cross and they carefully nailed Him in. but now, when i see it, as i write this, i'm grateful that He endured all that, to purchase my freedom and salvation. as though being flogged to bits, till, there's hardly skin left, wasn't bad enough, He had to carry His heavy cross. it's like running a race, or more of walking the race. His destination, Mount Golgotha. I feel that an ordinary person who had just been whipped like there's no tomoro, and having to carry such a heavy piece of wood, being taunted and whacked along the way, would have died carrying the cross. imagine, if i was the one, i would probably died of exhaustion, on the road. right there. I believe Jesus, though God, was human at the same time and He must have felt whatever a human feels. that's said so in the Bible. He must have wanted to give up and succumb to the pain and the fatigue. but He didn't! imagine, if He had given up on the road and died there instead of going all the way and dying on the cross, we would be evangelising to other's that : Jesus died on the road along the way to save you and i ! imagine how that would sound like? but i'm so grateful that He went all the way, each painful step, with me on His mind. with you on His mind. no greater sacrifice! as He was nailed..His hands and His feet...as He hung there, taking the blame of every sin in the world on Himself, when He was so innocently pure...He thought about you and i. God's master plan for our redemption! Love manifested!

somehow, this movie has brought alot of things into perspective in my life. whatever i've gone through, Jesus has endured a whole lot more. He was rejected, He was accused, He was beaten, He was denied, He was betrayed, He was crucified...yet He did no sin.
here i am, rethinking my life, what He has purchased me for...am i really that worth it? Each time i think of the bloodied face of my King, the blood that should have been mine...i'm ever so grateful that my heart sings praise and gives worship. i was redeemed for so much more, than just sit here and do nothing.

if i was there witnessing Jesus falling with the cross on Him, i would have carried it for Him all the way, or at least helped Him to. but i wasn't born then. and it challenges me to carry my cross now, though not a physical one. as i carry it, i know i can do it, coz someone has gone before me to show that it can be done. thank you Jesus.