FATHOM THIS! Trust me you will want to!

Written by Jone Erickson Tada, and found in Joshua Harris' (boy meets girl) this story of the cross is going to rock your world . . .
“On your back with you. One raises a mallet to sink in the spike. But the soldier’s heart must continue pumping as he readies the prisoner’s wrist. Someone must sustain the soldier’s life minute by minute for no man has this power on his own. Who supplies breath to his lungs? Who gives energy to his cells? Who holds molecules together? Only by the son do “all things hold together” (col 1:17). The victim wills that the soldier live on. He grants the warrior’s continued existence. The man swings.
As the man swings, the son recalls how he and the father first designed the medial nerve of the human forearm – the sensations it would be capable of. The design proves flawless – the nerves perform exquisitely. “Up you” - they lift the cross. God is on display in his underwear and can scarcely breathe.
But these pains are a MERE WARM up to his other and growing dread. He begins to feel a foreign sensation. Somewhere during this day an unearthly foul odor began to waft, not around his nose, but around his heart. He feels dirt. Human wickedness starts to crawl upon his spotless being – the living excrement from our souls. The apple of his Father’s eye turns brown with rot. His father! He must face his Father like this…
From heaven the father now rouses himself like a lion disturbed, shakes his mane, and roars against the shriveling remnant of a man hanging on a cross. Never has the son seen the father look at him so…never felt even the least of his hot breath. But the roar shakes the unseen worlds and darkens the visible sky. The son does not recognize these eyes…
Son of Man – Why have you behaved so? You cave cheated, lusted, stolen, gossiped, murdered, envied, hated, lied. You have cursed, robbed, overspent, overeaten, fornicated, disobeyed, embezzled and blasphemed. Oh the duties you have shirked, the children you have abandoned! Who has ever so ignored the poor, so played the coward, so belittled my name. What a self-righteous, pitiful drunk – you , who molest young boys, peddle killer drugs, travel in cliques, and mock your parents. Who gave you the boldness to rig elections, foment revolutions, torture animals, and worship demons. Does the list never end? Splitting families, raping virgins, filming pornography, accepting bribes…perfected terrorist tactics, founded false religions,, traded in slaves…I Hate, loathe these things in you. Disgust for everything about you consumes me, can you not feel my wrath??
Of course the son is innocent. He is blamelessness itself. The fathers knows this. But the divine pair have an agreement, and the unthinkable must now take place. Jesus will be treated as if PERSONALLY responsible for every sin ever committed.
Jesus cries…Father, father…why have you forsaken me?? The father rejected the son whom he loved. The father accepted is sacrifice for sin and was satisfied. The rescue was accomplished."