and He bowed His head and dismissed His spirit.

 

There is a knot that builds in our throat.

Painful, yet not an ordinary discomfort.

It surfaces in one human sense….  Anguish.

Then tears.

Emotions that flow when we dare to slow down and feel.

Deeply feel.

The death of Jesus Christ, as a choice.

He hung on a cross and died for us.

So that we would know.

He had all control, and he made His choice for us.

For you.

For me.

For us.

For everyone who ever was, and ever will be.

It is finished.

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