For my good, and yours, he chose this death.
Someone braved the jokes and jeers who knew the Living Water had run dry.
The pain that Jesus felt was not the nails, but a long and lonely tortured taste of hell.
Consequences are the hardest debts I pay.
The sobering reality of Lent is that we have sinned. Our righteousness amounts to nothing. We are unclean and undone. We can't even give up a doughnut when it comes right down to it.