A Dream
Last night I had a dream - I was following Jesus
on the path of sorrows, while He was carrying
his cross. Than I saw a solider beat him with
his whip.
I ran fast as I could to go and help him. but when
I got close - I looked at the soldier and saw a
reflection of my face on his.
I couldn't believe that I was that soldier that with
whip on my hand I was beating up on Jesus. I said
to myself - how could this be? How can I be doing
this?
At that moment I woke up from the dream. I was
glad. I reflected on the dream and on my past life.
I knew then, that with all the bad things and the
sins I had committed - I had hurt Jesus and now
He was paying for me.
Today I kneel here at your feet with tears in my eyes
and a repented heart. I ask you Jesus to clean me of my
sins and give me your forgiveness. Amen...
04/03/2012
This is for Holy week
By Lucilla M. Carrillo
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