THE PURPOSE, THE PAIN AND THE NAIL

 

 

Jesus, the Son of God, stood quiet in the garden of Gethsemane. His heart was heavy. He had never sinned. He had never lied. He had never stolen. He had never hated. Yet, He was about to carry the weight of all sin, yours and mine upon His perfect shoulders.

He prayed. Drops of sweat fell from His forehead like blood. “Father,” He whispered, “if it is possible, take this cup from Me. But not My will. Let Your Will  be done.”

That was The Purpose.

The purpose was love.

The purpose was to save.

The purpose was to rescue broken, sinful people and bring them back to God.

 

Soon after, a group of soldiers came. One of His own disciple Judas,,kissed Him on the cheek, betraying Him for money. Jesus didn’t run. He didn’t fight. Yet looking at the wickedness of these hateful  priests.

They dragged Him to the high priests and rulers. They lied about Him. They mocked Him. They spat on His holy face. People who once followed Him now screamed, “Crucify Him!”

Then came The Pain.

They tied Him to a post and whipped Him over and over. The sharp ends of the whip tore into His back. Flesh ripped. Blood poured. He groaned in pain, but He did not complain. He could have called angels to stop it all but He didn’t. Because He was thinking of you.

They pressed a crown of thorns on His head. Blood ran down His face, stinging His eyes. They laughed and mocked Him, “Hail, King of the Jews!”

Then they forced Him to carry a heavy wooden cross through the streets. People shouted at Him, spat at Him and all manner of acts. He stumbled and fell, yet He got back up step after step until He reached the hill called Golgotha.

And then came THE Nail.

They stretched out His hands and feet. A soldier lifted a hammer. With one powerful blow, the nail drove through His hand. He screamed. Another blow—through His other hand. Another—through His feet. The pain was beyond anything words could describe.

They lifted the cross high. There He hung bleeding, shaking, barely breathing. Every breath hurt. Every moment felt like death.

People stood watching. Some cried. Some laughed. But Jesus looked down at them and said, “Father, forgive them. They don’t know what they are doing.”

He hung there for hours. Naked. Shamed. Suffering.

Why?

Because He saw our sin.

He saw our lies.

He saw our anger, our addictions, our pride, our secret sins.

And He loved us too much to leave us in that darkness.

He took the punishment we deserved.

Finally, He cried out with a loud voice, “It is finished!”

And He gave up His spirit.

The earth shook. The sky turned black. The temple curtain tore in two.

 

But the story doesn’t end in death.

Because three days later, something amazing happened.

The stone was rolled away.

The tomb was empty.

Jesus rose from the dead!

 

 

Dear friend, this story is not just history. It’s personal.

Jesus died for you and I.

He went through the purpose, the pain, the nail, all for us.

So we wouldn’t have to die in sin.

Don’t turn away from this love.

Don’t keep walking in sin when Jesus already paid the price to set you free.

Come back to Him.

Lay your sins at the foot of the cross.

Let His blood wash you clean.

Let this be the day you rededicate your life to Christ.

Let this be the moment you say, “Jesus, I’m sorry. I surrender. I want to live for You.”

Because He didn’t just die to save your soul.

He died to give you a new life.

A better life.

A life with Him forever.

Come home.

Jesus is waiting.

 

 

 

Samuel Boateng

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+ 233 0593876208

John C. Maxwell Leadership