It isn't always the size of the blog that counts, is it? This reminds me of the story of the professor who had his bible class draw a pic of their worst enemy and post it on this big, blank paper on the wall. Then he gave them darts they could throw are their enemy's pic--and, boy, did they ever. When everyone was done, he read the scripture "Whatever you've done to the least of these. . ." And then he took down the page. And behind it was a pic of Jesus. . .only it was now mutilated because of all the darts they had thrown at their enemies. At first the room was dead silent. They were stunned. Then the crying started as the message sunk in. Just like we have no concept of who we really hurt when we lash out, we have NO concept of the agony of the cross. I am sure the universe itself was stunned when that first nail was driven in. . .even before that, when that first of 39 lashs rent the tender skin of the Son of the Almighty. |