The Cross

Sunday's sermon was about Christ's death and It motivated me to finally watch "The Passion of the Christ". Of course I cried, a lot. But what I noticed most was that even as I cried to God about how I know I'm not worth it, as though he could go back and change what has happened because I realize I'm not worth the pain, I also noticed that at the point when I realized how not worth it I am, I felt of infinate worth, because he thinks I am. It's kind of an odd seeming contradiction of ideas but it makes perfect sence, at least to me.