Actually, I feel more maudlin for Jesus than I do for myself, but I've got plenty of maudlin to go around. Everybody being all nice to Him, one day out of the year. For the most part. Like when people you see once a year come to your birthday and be nice to you, but you catch them sneaking glances at their watch.
And dammit, it musta hurt like a bitch when they spent most of the day killing Him. I bet He shudders over it til this day whenever He thinks about it. And then He got to die and go down to Hell for three days and nights. Imagine His joy. And his killers fucked Him up so bad, that when He rose from the tomb, He still had the marks on Him. Including the mark of His death-blow.
Thanks, Jesus. Better you than me. I mighta lasted 10 minutes, tops, and then said fukkit and charged at the nearest guy with a sword, just so we can get this crap over with, thank you very much.
And Jesus did it, on purpose, when with a word, He could have dropped everybody around Him dead, dead, dead. Think about that. I'm pulling out your fingernails with a pair of Vice Grips, and with a word, you can make it stop. Heck, with a word, He could have had every angel of His that was watching His torture in agony, go forth, and they would have cheerfully slaughtered everybody in the Middle East in about a half an hour. Or less.
And I bet He's pissed. Heck, the Bible says He's pissed. He's coming back with a sword in His mouth, and a mighty army of Host with Him, and the devil's gonna get what for, as well as all of those who have served the Son of Perdition.
And Satan knew it the moment Christ's heart stopped beating, and the temple veil was rent by an angry angel. He knew right then, that he was well and truly fucked, and that furthermore, he had fucked himself. Pride's a bitch, ain't it, old boy?
Well, Lord, I don't believe in Easter, but I'm glad you went through with your sacrifice, whenever it happened. And grateful. And I really hope that the Rapture is real (though I have my doubts) because I really really don't want to be in your way when you come rolling back in.
Oh, and thanks for forgiving my sins. That had to take awhile.
I love you, Lord.