Happy 20th birthday, Skandar!
THE (SCIENTIFIC) DEATH OF JESUS
For the next 60 seconds, set aside whatever
You’re doing and take this opportunity! Let’s see if Satan
Can stop this.… … … … THE
(SCIENTIFIC) DEATH OF JESUSAt the age of 33,
Jesus was condemned to death .At the time
Crucifixion was the “worst” death. Only the worst
Criminals were condemned to be crucified. Yet it was
Even more dreadful for Jesus, unlike
Other criminals condemned to death by
Crucifixion Jesus was to be nailed to the
Cross by His hands and feet.Each nail
Was 6 to 8 inches long.The nails
Were driven into His wrist. Not
Into His palms as is commonly
Portrayed. There’s a tendon in the wrist that
Extends to the shoulder. The Roman guards knew
That when the nails were being hammered into the
Wrist that tendon would tear and
Break, forcing Jesus to use His back
Muscles to support himself so that He could
Breath.Both of His feet
Were nailed together. Thus He was forced to
Support Himself on the single nail that
Impaled His feet to the cross. Jesus could
Not support himself with His legs because of the pain
So He was forced to alternate between arching His
Back then using his legs just to continue to
Breath. Imagine the struggle, the pain, the
Suffering, the courage.Jesus endured this
Reality for over 3 hours.Yes,
Over 3 hours! Can you imagine this kind of
Suffering? A few minutes before He died,
Jesus stopped bleeding. He was simply pouring water
From his wounds.From common images
We see wounds to His hands and feet and even the spear wound
To His side… But do we realize His wounds
Were actually made in his body. A hammer
Driving large nails through the wrist, the feet overlapped
And an even large nail hammered through the arches, then a
Roman guard piercing His side with a spear. But
Before the nails and the spear Jesus was whipped and
Beaten. The whipping was so severe that it tore the
Flesh from His body. The beating so horrific that His
Face was torn and his beard ripped from His face. The
Crown of thorns cut deeply into His scalp. Most men
Would not have survived this torture.“
He had no more blood
To bleed out, only water poured from His
Wounds.
The human adult body contains about 3.5 liters
(just less than a gallon) of blood.Jesus poured all 3.5
Liters of his blood; He had three nails hammered into His
Members; a crown of thorns on His head and, beyond
That, a Roman soldier who stabbed a spear into His
Chest..All these without
Mentioning the humiliation He suffered after carrying His own
Cross for almost 2 kilometers, while the crowd spat in his
Face and threw stones (the cross was almost 30 kg of weight,
Only for its higher part, where His hands were
Nailed).Jesus had
To endure this experience, to open the
Gates of Heaven,
So that you can have free
Access to God.So that your sins
Could be “washed” away. All of them, with no exception!
Don’t ignore this situation.JESUS
CHRIST DIED FOR YOU!He died for you! It
Is easy to pass jokes or foolish photos by e-mail, but
When it comes to God, sometimes you feel ashamed to forward
To others because you are worried of what they may think
About you.God
Has plans for you, show all your friends what He experienced
To save you. Now think about this! May God bless your
Life!60
Seconds with God…For the next 60
Seconds, set aside what you’re doing and take
This opportunity! Let’s see if Satan can stop
This.All you have to do
Is:1. Simply
Pray for the person who sent this message to
You:2.Then, send this
Message to people.. The more the better.3. People will
Pray for you and you will make that many people pray to God
For other people.4. Take a
Moment to appreciate the power of God in your life, for
Doing what pleases Him.If you are not
Ashamed to do this, please, follow Jesus’ instructions.
He said (Matthew 10:32 & 33): “Everyone therefore
Who acknowledges me before others, I also will acknowledge
before My Father in heaven; but whosoever denies Me
before others, I will deny before my Father in heaven.looking at the picture broke my heart.
(via poogene)
My mom only had one eye.
I hated her, she was such an embarrassment.
My mom ran a small shop at a flea market.
She collected little weeds and such to sell, anything for the money we needed she was such an embarrassment.
There was this one day during elementary school.
I remember that it was field day, and my mom came.
I was so embarrassed.
How could she do this to me?
I threw her a hateful look and ran out.
The next day at school…
“Your mom only has one eye?!” and they taunted me.
I wished that my mom would just disappear from this world so I said to my mom, “Mom, why don’t you have the other eye?! You’re only going to make me a laughingstock. Why don’t you just die?”
My mom did not respond.
I guess I felt a little bad, but at the same time, it felt good to think that I had said what I’d wanted to say all this time.
Maybe it was because my mom hadn’t punished me, but I didn’t think that I had hurt her feelings very badly.
That night…I woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
My mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake me.
I took a look at her, and then turned away.
Because of the thing I had said to her earlier, there was something pinching at me in the corner of my heart.
Even so, I hated my mother who was crying out of her one eye.
So I told myself that I would grow up and become successful, because I hated my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty.
Then I studied really hard.
I left my mother and came to Seoul and studied, and got accepted in the Seoul University with all the confidence I had.
Then, I got married.
I bought a house of my own.
Then I had kids, too.
Now I’m living happily as a successful man.
I like it here because it’s a place that doesn’t remind me of my mom.
This happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when someone unexpected came to see me
“What?! Who’s this?!”…
It was my mother…Still with her one eye.
It felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me.
My little girl ran away, scared of my mom’s eye.
And I asked her,
“Who are you? I don’t know you!!!” as if I tried to make that real.
I screamed at her “How dare you come to my house and scare my daughter! Get out here now!”
And to this, my mother quietly answered,
“oh, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,” and she disappeared.
Thank goodness… she doesn’t recognize me.
I was quite relieved.
I told myself that I wasn’t going to care, or think about this for the rest of my life.
Then a wave of relief came upon me… one day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house.
I lied to my wife saying that I was going on a business trip.
After the reunion, I went down to the old shack, that I used to call a house…just out of curiosity there, I found my mother fallen on the cold ground.
But I did not shed a single tear.
She had a piece of paper in her hand…. it was a letter to me.
My Son,
I think my life has been long enough now.
And… I won’t visit Seoul anymore…
but would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come visit me once in a while? I miss you so much.
And I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion.
But I decided not to go to the school….
For you…
I’m sorry that I only have one eye, and I was an embarrassment for you.
You see, when you were very little,
you got into an accident, and lost your eye.
As a mother, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with only one eye…
so I gave you mine…
I was so proud of my son that was seeing a whole new world for me,
in my place, with that eye.
I was never upset at you for anything you did.
The couple times that you were angry with me.
I thought to myself, ‘it’s because he loves me.’
I miss the times when you were still young around me.
I miss you so much.
I love you.
You mean the world to me…
My world shattered!
Then I cried for the person who lived for me.
My Mother.
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