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I can only imagine what it would have been like to have been
in Jerusalem the day that they cruicified our Lord!  He came
to die, die for us and our sins that we might be with Him for
an eternity!  The Lord gave me this poem and I cried while
I read it.  What a God He Is!

 

The Silence Was Deafening The silence in Jerusalem and surrounding areas was deafening; where just a few hours ago voices were raised to a fevered pitch! So many demons from Hell were released in order to secure the death of the Lamb of God. Not only were there foes of this Blessed Savior shouting for the shedding of His most precious blood but also former followers of His just days before. It was as if they were caught up in the fervor of the moment but now they were hiding in their homes and their businesses were shut as the fear of Almighty God swept over the area. It was as if they knew that God Almighty was listening to every word they spoke or even thought about. No one was speaking to one another as shame covered their faces. Their young children ran away and hid from their parents for the fear of them now strangled the love they had for them. The children loved Jesus, He was so loving and kind to them and they heard their parents join with the crowd shouting for His death! Oh yes, they got what they thought they had wanted, after all, when He was alive His mere presence convicted them of their sins. One look from His beautiful brown eyes and they knew that He could see what they were doing in secret. But how could One so mighty have been killed in this way? How could One so loving and kind die in this manner? But it was as if he chose this, could that be possible, they wrestled with these thoughts in their own hearts! He came to help us get free from Roman tyranny, didn’t He? How could we be so foolish to believe He was the One we were waiting for. He didn’t even want to pick up a sword and help us to get free! His words were one of forgiveness and He was teaching us to love our enemies and forgive them! But, we wanted… We wanted… We wanted…No, how could we be so wrong? Now what do we have? We have nothing, we have no hope again! We have a dead Messiah, we have fear and shame! How can we live with our shame for our actions, shame for our quest for His blood, shame for how we shouted for His death in front of our little children? What about our shame because He healed and delivered some of our children? So now what! What do we have now we are so confused? Most of the businesses in the cities of Jerusalem and surrounding areas are closed for the day or days, closed for fear of showing their faces as they felt that the word, shame, was written across our own foreheads. What do we do? We don’t want to starve to death if this continues and, we don’t want to do what Judas Iscariot did, some of the men had found his body hanging in a tree and he was dead! What do we do? But, now three days have passed since He died and….. What is this? The whole area is being rattled and shaken by a huge earthquake, I just heard some building fall not far from us and I hear people screaming outside! Now I hear shouting and screaming outside in the streets near our home but, this is not the same type of screaming. Some women are shouting, “He is alive, He is alive! He is Risen just as He said He would! Now, we are starting to remember what He said, that He came to free us from our sins not from the Romans! Oh my, now I know, He is the Son of God, He is Messiah! Praise God I….ah just got a glimpse of Him!!! It is true, He has risen from the dead, HE IS ALIVE!!! God bless, Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings July 2018

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