I am always slightly confused when Jesus tells us things and I'm not always sure why he does things. He reaches down to wash our feet, I insist he doesn't have to but he says it is a form of his love for us. I let him. He says he is our servant, but all I want to do is serve him.
I would again be very confused. I would try my best to listen and learn from the savior, was he trying to show us something ? Taking the bread , I didn't understand what he was trying to say, but I knew whatever it was must have some meaning. I would tell people of this day.
I see tears roll down his bleeding cheek, his breathe is heavy and his face swollen, I just want to help him down and hold him. Seeing his pain hurts me, I cry out to him,he comforts me even in his time of pain. He did this for me, I am forever grateful. His last breathe was to please his father, to save us.
All of the apostles and Jesus's close friends had been talking of his return, at first I was skeptical. Then I see a man, he resembles jesus, but it couldn't be could it? He walks toward me, he holds me in reassurance the he is him,our savior, I feel the holes in his hands, the wound in his side, now I am sure.