They hated Jesus.
The One who loved without limit.
The One who healed broken bodies and mended shattered souls.
The One whose compassion knew no boundaries.
Perfect in every way. Blameless. Holy. Pure.
And yet, they hated Him.
They ridiculed Him.
They scorned His mercy, twisted His truth, and despised His light.
They nailed His love to a cross,
Mocking the very hands that formed them,
The very breath that gave them life.
As you follow in His footsteps,
Don’t be surprised when the world turns against you,
When your kindness is met with rejection,
When your love is met with indifference,
When your sacrifice is met with scorn.
But don’t lose heart, beloved.
In every wound you bear, you reflect Him.
In every tear you shed, you mirror His heart.
In every step you take, you walk the road He walked before you.
It’s not an easy path.
It may break you. It may cost you everything.
But oh, the glory of it—
To be counted worthy to share in His suffering,
To hear Him say, “Well done.”
And when that moment comes,
When you stand before the One who bore it all for you,
He will look into your eyes with love immeasurable and whisper,
“I know, dear one. They hated Me too. And yet, you walked in My steps. Well done.”
So, press on.
Let your love be fierce, your faith unshaken, your steps unwavering.
For every scar, every tear, every sacrifice will be worth it.
The crown of glory awaits. And He alone is worthy.
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