The Future Is As Bright As The Promises Of God

From the cross, Jesus uttered words which revealed the inner character of His pure, holy, righteous, guileless soul. No man could charge Him with evil nor point out sin in His life. In John 8:46 He asked His enemies, “Which of you convicts Me of sin?” Those who followed Him declared, “He has done all things well” (Mark 7:37).
Before His crucifixion, Pilate examined and cross-examined Him, and then examined Him again–and three times confessed, “I find no fault in Him!” Pilate’s wife–the only person who could have reached her husband with a message that day–sent word to him saying, “Have nothing to do with that righteous Man; for last night I suffered greatly in a dream because of Him” (Matt.27:19).
Jesus was lied about. The good He had done was evil spoken of. He was slandered, His reputation was assailed, He was called every ugly name His enemies could think of. The Sanhedrin gave Him a mock trial. They put a purple robe on Him and mocked His royalty. They slapped Him, scourged Him, nailed Him to a cross–and then mocked and taunted Him as He died.
Here was a man who had been hounded from one town to another. He had been falsely arrested, unjustly tried, spit upon, whipped, and finally nailed to a Roman cross. Hanging there, His heart bursting with grief, the sun shining in His face, His brow aching under a crown of thorns, around Him the restless, jeering, mocking throng, He prayed for those who nailed Him there.
When a man can rise above such circumstances–above the wickedness, the cheap treason, the cowards who condemned him to the cross and drove spikes through his hands and feet–and can honestly and sincerely pray for those who have so used him, that man bears witness that his heart is a heart where God dwells. But the heart of Jesus was even more–it was the heart of God! The blood of God flowed through His veins. Jesus was mistreated as no other man ever was, He was slandered as no other has ever been slandered, He suffered as no mortal has ever suffered–and yet from His parched, dry lips came the agonizing prayer, “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.”

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