Your death

Tonight's prayer meeting...definitely was the saddest time.
It is about Jesus' dead.
without your sacrifice, until we die...we still are nothing.
Whenever i imagine...
you were insulted by those people...
the wounds made by the cruel soldiers...
the nails...just like that...'knock' into your hands and legs...
tears are appeared.
Lord Jesus...you lived 30 years with a normal life, together with your parent and siblings.
you didnt choose to live the following years just like that...go to marry, have own children and so on...
Instead, you choose to share the gospel, heal our souls, give us hope...bear all the harsh words and bad situations.
You are too too great.
If i was you, i cant bear with the pain...neither physical nor mental.
...
You are my savoir...indeed.