I have never imagined before how God felt as He watched His Son being disparaged. How sad He must have been. How He must have had to restrain Himself knowing the eventual outcome and the good that would come from it all.
Hmmm...I have never thought about it before, but tonight I thought about it. I'd like to say that I was just in a "spiritual" mood and pondered the deeper things of God. I'd like to say that I frequently try to think of things the way God does. I'd like to say a lot of things, but I can't. What I can say is that I finally thought about it out of purely selfish motives that this incident in the "life" of God crossed my mind.
Ben and I got into a conversation with someone who was telling us about some negative things about one of our children. The person obviously had a difficult time starting the conversation, being very uncomfortable in beginning what was going to be an unpleasant discussion. But, on the other hand, he also had a difficult time ending the conversation which meant it kept going and going, dare I say, ad nauseum! He kept repeating the same negative comments long after Ben and I were fully aware of the situation...long after the conversation had been embedded in our brains and hearts.
I had a very hard time sitting there politely listening to all of this. Some of it, I could understand, and some of it was so totally against our child's intent and heart, that it was offensive to me. Ben has accused me of being a "mama bear" over the years, protecting my kids against any foe--even him at times. He gave me the biggest compliment after this person finally landed the conversation by saying that he was proud of the way I handled it---I didn't attack the person's throat and rip it out--though I must say I thought about it....baby steps! (I did cry like a baby after this person left feeling as though I had been the one attacked. Hearing your child disparaged is hurtful!)
So...I got a taste of what God gets to go through each time Jesus is rejected, each time someone uses His name in vain, each time Jesus is the punch line of the joke. It's painful.