But we see Jesus, who was made a little lower than the angels, now crowned with glory and honor because he suffered death, so that by the grace of God he might taste death for everyone.
Dee and I went to see "The Passion of The Christ" last Friday. It was a very heart wrenching two hours and six minutes, and without a doubt the most powerful movie I've ever seen. The film's intent is to tell the story of the last 12 hours in the life of Jesus, but it goes well beyond that. It seems to lift you from your seat and transport you to the Garden of Gethsemane, to His trial, to His scourging, to His carrying of the cross, and finally to His death and resurrection. Although a Hollywood movie can only take you so far, it does convey the extent of Christ's sacrifice in a way no film has ever done before.
A few months back in "The Cost", I wrote about the song "Here I Am To Worship" and how "I'll never know how much it cost to see my sin upon that cross." Although I still don't know the exact number of blows Christ received in my place, or how much of His blood was substituted for mine, or how painful those nails felt as they were driven into His hands and feet – I have a much clearer picture of His "Passion" and a much deeper appreciation of the price that He paid for me than ever before.