For the past five years, it has been my tradition to watch The Passion of The Christ on Good Friday. The film is exceptionally well done and moves me to tears every time I watch it.
It serves to remind me, in a way that almost nothing else can, how much my Lord suffered for me. For my sins. For my redemption. Oh how He suffered, for me.
My two oldest children are 11 and going on 10 years old. I am seriously considering asking them to try and watch it with me. I want them to understand the last supper, the agony in the garden, and the crucifixion in a way that they never have before.
This film did this for me. It moved me to pity and …