He felt...

He felt.  He felt...friendship as He washed the feet of His followers.  He felt...sad as He was betrayed by the kiss of a "friend."  He felt...the last meal He would eat before His death.  He felt...agony as He prayed before He was taken away.  He felt...compassion for a soldier and restored his ear.  He felt...shredded, bruised, bloody and mangled as He was beaten.  He felt...weakened and helped as He carried His cross.  He felt...barbaric, brutal, piercing, torn flesh as He was nailed to a wooden cross.  He felt...the weight of all our sins.  He felt...total separation from His Father as He paid the ultimate sacrifice.  He felt...concern for His grieving mother.  He felt...thirst.  He felt...the increasing darkness of death's chill.  He felt...total surrender to His Father's plan and purpose...emotionally, physically, mentally and spiritually.  He felt...genuine, sacrificial and faithful love...for us...even me.  I am amazed.  I am loved.  I am grateful.<3~thl