tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12094586.post4599571132589801907..comments2023-10-23T12:14:45.623-05:00Comments on Mark This: Watching These ThingsMark Crumplerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08542307372187764718noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12094586.post-23976686761290540552009-04-10T10:06:00.000-05:002009-04-10T10:06:00.000-05:00Good Friday and be a tough day on me. I have no st...Good Friday and be a tough day on me. I have no stomach for violence. Can’t understand how people are able to watch it, much less for entertainment. And the people who baffle me the most are the ones who slow down to look at an automobile accident. I just don’t get it. I’ve seen most of Mel Gibson’s The Passion of The Christ, but not all of it. There are parts I just can’t watch. The first time I saw it, I covered my eyes and sobbed openly in the theater in spite of all the glares around me. The subsequent times I’ve seen it I’ve had to leave the room. So I would have been one of the first to leave the hill on that Friday. Not necessarily out of disrespect or indifference. But because I just couldn’t bear to watch.<BR/><BR/>On the other hand I’m aware that within that violence lives the greatest gift of all time. This is the first Good Friday I’ve been working from my home, so I had the luxury of shutting down and taking extra time to reflect and meditate. My cat was thrilled. He loves to climb on my lap and settle in when I meditate. (His second favorite place to park himself is on my keyboard or in front of my monitor when I’m working. So any typo’s are his fault!) Good Friday is a day for profound gratitude. Today is John 3:16. I was 6 years old when I memorized that verse. Because it’s so familiar to the point it’s even commercialized, it’s easy to overlook the message. But today I substituted “me” for “world”, and got a deeper sense of the high regard God has for me. Of how much I mean to Him. Me, of all people. Wow!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01075364174356812651noreply@blogger.com