We poured some wine vinegar into a bowl this morning, soaked it up with some napkin like a sponge, and put it to our tongues. The taste was awful, the moisture was sucked out of our mouths, and the smell was terrible. Then we imagined how that would feel in a wound, picturing Jesus up on the cross with cuts, scrapes and bruises all over his face and body... Flogged, beaten, with that crown of thorns pushed down on his face.
When we read about the man who took the sponge and offered it to Jesus on a stick, we gloss over the entire meaning. 2000 years later we are lost in translation, but imagine that wet, dripping vinegar, being pushed up in His face, seeping in to those open wounds. That extra, added, undeserved insult, just to top it all off....
and then He died for us all.
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