The Hidden Jesus
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I dreamed I was back in high school, and it was Prom night. Myself and all my friends were there with our beautiful dates, about to celebrate our graduation with a night filled with joy and dancing. And then Jesus came through the door. It was his party also, for he was our classmate. His father was rich, and a chauffer had brought him in a white limousine, and now Jesus stood in the doorway, sharply attired in a white tuxedo, with a beaming smile on his face as he looked around for his friends. I can't really explain what happened next, but for some horrible and unexplainable reason, some friends and I had decided to play a "prank" on gentle Jesus. All week long we had gotten some buckets and filled them with every vile thing we could think of: diarrhea, vomit, rotting garbage, urine and slime, and now as he stood in the doorway, we suddenly ran over and thoroughly drenched and soaked him with our liquid filth. |
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We probably did this wicked act because Jesus was always so perfect, and I think that even though we were friends with Jesus, we still felt some resentment at how he always upstaged us in everything he did. As I look back on it now, it's the cruelest thing I've ever done, but at the time I told myself it was just a "prank," designed to "test" Jesus and see what mettle he was made of. What happened next we hadn't counted on. Jesus didn't get angry or try to pick a fight; instead, a look of deep hurt came over his face, while painful tears began filling his eyes, and then he slowly turned around, went back outside, climbed into the limousine, and headed home. Before we had time to experience remorse over our wretched deed, the music started and our girlfriends pulled us towards the dance floor, and so we spent the night laughing and joking and kissing, having ourselves a grand time. Meanwhile, the night became even more ugly for Jesus. Somehow, and the details are not clear as to exactly how this happened, Jesus was severely wounded. He was stabbed repeatedly with a knife, producing deep and awful cuts in his hands, feet and side, as well as slash marks all over his beautiful head. |
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The next morning was the last day of school, and while we were sitting in class, the door opened and Jesus walked in. He had showered and changed and cleaned himself up. The first thing we saw was the look of deep sorrow and sadness in his tender eyes, but then we were startled when we noticed his hands. They were both viciously cut from stabbing wounds! What we had intended to be just a cruel joke had escalated into a night of terrifying hell for Jesus, the kindest, most loving person on earth. And then shock followed shock as he spoke to us and said "I forgive each one of you for what happened last night. I don't think you really knew what you were doing. But there is one thing I just have to know: do you still want to be my friend?" And then he stood there quietly, waiting for our response. |
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When I awoke from my dream, I got out my Bible and I reread Isaiah chapter 53. I read that all my wretched and putrid sins were put upon Jesus. In fact, they actually soaked into his body, because scripture says JESUS BECAME SIN. 2 Corinthians 5:21 It is a very disturbing thought to know that my sins in some wretched way caused Jesus to be terribly wounded, Isaiah 53:4,10 and even more horrifying is that he was “wounded by his friends." Zechariah 13:6 And now here he stands before me, full of tenderness and mercy, his heart aching for me to love him again. How can this be? After being so vicious towards this most gentlest of people, how is it he remains so eager to be restored to me as his friend? What kind of Savior and God is this, that loves me as much as this? |
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