CAN YOU IMAGINE TRUDGING UP A STEEP
ROCKY HILL, CARRYING A ROUGH HEWN WOODEN CROSS ON RAW AND BLEEDING
SHOULDERS WITH A CROWN OF THORNS
DIGGING INTO YOUR HEAD, WEAK WITH EXAUSTION, THIRSTY AND WRACKED WITH
PAIN? HE NOT ONLY IMAGINED IT, HE DID IT....HE DID IT FOR YOU.