The King Who Carried the Cross: A Passion Week Meditation

 How strange it is...

That the God who formed galaxies with a whisper
Would allow Himself to be silenced by nails.

That the One who holds time in His hands
Would enter time—be born of a woman,
Feel hunger,
Walk dusty roads,
And cry at graves.

What sort of God does this?

Certainly not one made in our image.
We reach for power. He let go of it.
We cling to pride. He knelt to wash feet.
We avoid pain. He walked straight into it.

During Passion Week, we do not see a distant deity.
We see a wounded King—bent under the weight of a splintered cross,
Not because He was forced,
But because He loves.

“No one takes my life from me,” He said, “but I lay it down of my own accord.” (John 10:18)

It wasn’t the nails that held Him there.
It was love—love stronger than death.

And because of that love,
He is worthy—not just to wear a crown of thorns—
But to wear the crown of glory.

Because He walked the path of the Cross,
He now sits enthroned above every name,
Every power, every kingdom, and every dominion.

And I,
Dust and soul,
Am in awe.

I look to the cross, and I whisper what my words cannot hold:

"Thank You for being my God."
Worthy is the Lamb.
Worthy is the Lamb.

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