Maybe in Three Days

Can you imagine?

She was chosen. The birth was hard and done in a place that many wouldn't even dare to walk in. She was frightened by the words of murder and adultery. She endured the stares and the shaking of heads. She held her child close to her chest and fled from the threat of death and destruction. She returned years later and watched her son grow in ability and stature. She watched with proud trepidation as he began to change the world and taught about the One who chose her. She watched fearfully as the government began to gather on the outside circles, inching closer to her child. She cried as she watched her child's beaten body hang on the cross and cringed when the spear sunk deep into his skin. She wept when the last words were said.

Can you imagine?

He had a job. It was a job that many could not understand. He entered this world by way of a manger and immediately faced death. He buried his face in his mother’s garments and listened to the murmured conversations of fear that came from his parents. He spent his first years in hiding, always having to look over his shoulder, dealing with parents that wouldn't let him out of their sight. He knew the time was coming and when it did he walked head first into the river and encountered his Father. He loved to teach and enjoyed watching the eyes of those in the crowds. They always started off with a look of confusion, but by the end they carried away the look of love and faith. He loved that. He watched as the government began to circle and knew that it wouldn't be long. He saw the soldiers arrive and allowed the kiss of death to be given to him by his trusted friend. He endured the whip, took on the fists, and breathed deeply when the thorns pierced his skull. He screamed when the nails went in and struggled to breathe as he hung there on that dark afternoon. He tried in vain to smile at his mother; who watched with loud sobs echoing across the hillside. He breathed in and took the weight of the world upon his shoulders...and died.

Can you imagine?

He was the Creator. He loved this world so much that it pained Him to see all of the pain and suffering that was an integral part of each day. He struggled with how to solve this insurmountable problem and decided that He had no choice. He would send His son into the world and give a new commandment to His children. It was a gamble, but He had no other choice. His children had turned away from the purpose of this world and it was time to turn them back around. He chose a young woman that carried the strength and character needed for this mission and introduced Himself into the landscape. The spark was immediate and He watched with admiration and love as His son began to change the mindset. He chuckled when the people began to understand and smiled as the crowds grew. His children were listening and it made Him happy. He watched with sadness as the government began to circle and knew that the time was quickly approaching when He would have to sacrifice His own son. He shook his head when the betrayal occurred. He winced with every whip, stone, and fist. He cried out when the nails buried themselves into the skin and wept as the blood began to flow. He debated stopping the whole thing when He heard the cry, but the gentle hands of the angels kept Him at bay.

Can you imagine?

He looked out over the world and hoped that they understood...His child was dead...for them. Their sins were now forgiven.........all they have to do is believe.

He turned away and wondered aloud

“Will they understand?”

"Maybe in three days they will.............maybe in three days.” The angels responded.