April 23, 2017 (Sunday)
“The soldiers, having braided a crown from thorns, set it on his head, threw a purple robe over him, and approached him with, ‘Hail, King of the Jews!’ Then they greeted him with slaps in the face” (John 19:1-3 MSG).
“We’re speaking for Christ himself now: Become friends with God; he’s already a friend with you. How? you ask. In Christ. God put the wrong on him who never did anything wrong, so we could be put right with God” (2 Corinthians 5:20-21 MSG).
Phil Johnson, 1978 The city was Jerusalem The time was long ago The people called him Jesus The crime was the love He showed And I’m the one to blame I caused all the pain He gave Himself, the day He wore my crown He brought me love that only He could give I brought Him cause to cry And though He taught me how to live I taught Him how to die And I’m the one to blame I caused all the pain He gave Himself, the day He wore my crown He could have called His holy Father, and said, “Take me away, please, take me away.” He could have said, “I’m not guilty. And I’m not going to stay I’m not going to pay.” But He walked right through the gate And then on up the hill And as He fell beneath the weight He cried, “Father, not My will.” And I’m the one to blame I caused all His pain He gave Himself, the day He wore my crown. |