So many times I’ve prayed to be Godly, Christ-like, but every Easter I’m reminded how very much I miss the mark. Because…had I known how I would be betrayed…had I known that at the hands of those I loved, I would experience a pain that cut deeper than any other and left a scar so jagged and ugly that years later I would still be untrusting and walled-off… I really think I would’ve made different decisions about who I invited in, befriended, mentored, held dear.
But Jesus knew.
He. KNEW. And He still invited in, befriended, mentored, and held dear. He washed his betrayer’s feet! He humbled himself completely to serve Judas, then He gave His life for the sins of every betrayer to come.
Mind-blowing. What a beautiful, matchless Jesus.
