(Part 3 of 4)
My heart is broken. His body is broken. I guess I should count my blessings? But I can't! He's gone! Dead. Hanging up there. Limp. Lifeless.
After everything he did, how could this happen? That man over there, watching from the hillside, he used to be blind! That woman, she was a leper. He healed them. He fed a crowd larger than I've ever seen in my life. He walked on a lake. He made a paralytic dance, he f-ing raised Lazarus from the dead! After all that, after everything he did, why couldn't he save himself?!
God damn it!!! Jesus!!! Why?! Why did you leave us? What purpose does this serve?! How could you just leave us on our own, thinking we’d be okay without you? We gave up EVERYTHING to follow you, and this is what it comes to?