Here’s a stereotype that’s partly true: Men like loud things!
Motorbikes revving.
Sports cars racing.
Deafening exhaust pipes.
Shouting crazily at matches, especially when your team has just scored.
Dobermans, Rottweilers, Pitbulls, German Shepherds. (though apparently, fluffy Golden Retrievers are ranked No.1 for having the loudest bark!)
Films about Rome (especially when they’re fighting)
All explosions.
When Jesus died, there was a loud cry as he exhaled his last breath. A thick temple curtain called ‘the veil’ was ripped in half. This was a miracle which symbolised the fact that mankind’s separation from God had been removed by Jesus’ sacrifice on the cross.
Then there was a mighty earthquake. Jesus had done what no man could ever do. He conquered the power of death by coming back to life again within 3 days of his horrendous torture. I imagine that there would have been two loud noises that far surpass anything you have ever heard – yes even louder than your music. One of the cries would have taken place in Hell as the devil and all his cohorts realised he had been defeated forever. Followers of Jesus now had the authority to rebuke him and send him away. People now had a way to avoid going to Hell when they die.
The other noise was probably the sound of victory in Heaven. Imagine all those angels rejoicing!
But Jesus had a choice. He was already king. He could have said, “There’s no way I am going to humble myself and allow the people I created, to spit on my face. I don’t want thick, stinky dribble running down my cheeks. I am not going to face the humiliation of being stripped naked and have soldiers who I have the power to kill with one breath, mock me and shower me with unjustified insults! There’s no way they are going to force long, rusty thorns into my temples. It hurts when I catch my beard on the thickets when I’m walking through a dense part of Jerusalem; I do not want to go through the agony of having every single hair on my face ripped out!
I don’t want long shards of sharp metal and bone to be lashed across the skin on my back so brutally that it penetrates straight through my skin into the muscles! And then have that done another 38 times!
Why should I have them tie me to a rough block of wood after all that and hammer nails through my hands and feet?
Why should they be allowed to hang me high, so my body begins asphyxiating as liquid pours into my lungs, preventing me from breathing and causing the most indescribable pain? Why should they mock me as if I am nothing, when I am the creator of the world? No way! This is not happening, because I have the power to jump down from this cross and kill them all!”
If he had done this, there would have been no salvation. No saving mankind from the worst evil.
So, through the agony and humiliation he said to himself, “I must do this to save mankind from the power of Satan. “
And he did.
I cannot bear pain of any sort. I guess Jesus really loved us to do that for all mankind when we couldn’t even care less about him. However, when I’ve visited churches at weddings and looked up at the stained-glass windows and wall-art, the pictures of Jesus do not look like he’s in that much distress. You mentioned he was in agony -was it really as bad as you say?
Some men hate injections and some faint at the sight of blood. But all, like women, hate pain.
Women often mock men for having ‘Manflu’ when they appear to not cope with respiratory symptoms as well as they do. There is also a speculation that women can endure going through labour and giving birth, because they can tolerate pain better than men.
I don’t know if it is true. What I do know is, Jesus went through more pain than anyone would ever suffer.
The physical torture he endured was far more than any living person has ever had to suffer, so yes, in answer to your question, it was terrible. If you research the whole detail of his torture from start to finish you will realise how badly he was hurting in order to reconcile us back to God, the father.
There’s nothing namby-pamby about the love of God.
Jesus paid our penalty of sin to keep us out of Hell.
Jesus is the true example of what a hero is. Nobody jumped on him in surprise. He knew what he was due to suffer, yet still willingly went through it for us.
Do you open doors for women? Have you taken a large sum of your earnings and donated it to charity? When you were younger, were you a good little boy who always used your manners and did as you were told? That’s all very impressive. But you are still a sinner, because you were born one. We all were. No matter how good you were, are, or plan to be, you need to confess to God you are not worthy to come into his presence. You then need to ask for forgiveness and accept that Jesus Christ died to lead you back to God. Being godly does not mean being perfect., nor does it mean being cowardly, stupid or gutless.
Being godly is being a real man.
