There’s gotta be a hundred reasons why Jesus died such a brutal death on the cross – and as many questions as to why it had to be that way.
For me, one has been revealed, and it is enough for me.
Scars.
There’s nothing, nothing that I can mention that hurts me, that scarred me, that my God can’t say “I know your pain, I know your hurt – I’ve been through that”. I’ll always have someone that I can trust about my scars, that I can relate to. That is amazing.
Jesus knows me, I can trust him with my pain.
Why did Jesus die?
the world as I see it 