The story of Jesus's death, no matter how much of anything else is true, is the most beautiful thing that could be.
For a minute forget everything you ever knew about Jesus or who he was, just everything
I don't know if there are words in the cosmos to describe the pain
The feeling of rusty nails stabbed through human flesh and so on through the wrist
The kind of pain that you would do anything not to feel
The kind of pain that you can't push through
The kind of pain as when your falling and the only thing you're mind can ever tolerate is grabbing firmly on the railing
The pain can not and I mean that to the fullest extend of cannot take but you have to
When your body is push to the limits
The pain takes over your mind But he could not stop
The pain you would try to describe as million but no one has the mental capacity to know what a million is unless you have experienced it.
Try count to a million.
The way he walked and trudged through that
That pain
Physically
Emotionally
Pushed to the limit
Persecuted with the sounds of vishis, ignorant mouths
And again you must keep in mind you must strive to understand a million
Cut open with vulnerability seeping out and wrenching through the cracks of the wounds they slashed through him
The way a simple woman wiped the blood from his forehead makes me cry
It's so beautiful
Her heart forced her trembling human hand the wipe away the human blood
More of herself belonged to him in that moment rather than herself
This is love. That love is a million
There are 4 acts of this kind of love in this duration of this I believe
The mental strength of him in this is utterly unimaginable
He was not angry, He did this for people
Some people will never understand that or what it means
He was stripped naked
He was nailed to a piece of word
Not a picture nailed to the wall
A human body
Nailed.
An adjective for an object.
And his mother
My goodness his mother
His mother with the fullest heart
It probably throbbed with that pain
The pain that is a million
The pain we cannot understand
She lifted him off
His dead, naked body died laid in her arms
The same soul she cradled as a baby
She draped into a tomb
But the most astounding this off all
She had hope
Hope
She wasn't done she knew something amazing would happen
She did not fall victim to her fears
She laid him there and left and she knew this was not the last of him
She loved him and she will see him again
He still had work to do
And he did


The pure beauty of this is a million
His love was infinite
Count to infinity, my dear
There is nothing you could love more than the Jesus in this story

If the rest of the bible followed this example and the people followed this example it would be beautiful and have so much truth

But it doesn't and they don't

Some of the most ignorant people go to church every Sunday
And think they know
They go to church and think that they are above everyone
But that completely contradicts what Jesus was doing and the point he was making
Contradictions, Contradictions, Contradictions
Hypocrisy
So much
The religion seems so wrong and the people who do not understand the love and the main point are the ones blinding throwing themselves into the religion calling themselves good people  
Jesus was love right?
He was pure love
A divine love
But the man made phrases making it seem like Jesus is bragging about himself and making it seem like Jesus is untouchable and Jesus claiming that Jesus is above all just seems to contradict the main point.
Jesus is love.
I don't see how that Jesus in the story could send people that love the wrong gender into a fiery pit for the rest of eternity,  living in that kind of pain that is million forever for just loving
When Jesus is love
I don't understand.
How could Jesus throw anyone there
When he is mercy
When he is forgiveness
When he is love
Contradiction
I don't understand

A.m.