The seven last words of Jesus Christ

The seven last words of Jesus Christ...

1. Father, forgive them for they know not, what they do... (Luke 23:34)

Forgive them. His tormentors, both Jews and Romans. Some of the fruit of this prayer can be in the salvation of thousands of people in Jerusalem at Pentecost.

they know not, what they do... they were not aware of the full scope of their wickedness. They did not recognize Him as the true Messiah. They were blind to the light of divine truth

"for if they had understood it, they would not have crucified the Lord of glory." (1 Cor. 2:8).

Still, their ignorance certainly did not mean that they deserved forgiveness; rather, their spiritual blindness itself was a manifestation of their guilt (John 3:19). But Christ's prayer while they were in the very act of mocking Him is an expression of the boundless compassion of divine grace.

2. Today you will be with me in paradise (Luke 23:43)

the penitent thief's prayer reflected his belief that the soul lives on after death; that Christ had a right to rule over a kingdom of the souls of men; and that He would soon enter that kingdom despite His impending death. His request to be remembered was a plea for mercy, which also reveals that the thief understood he had no hope but divine grace, and that the dispensing of that grace lay in Jesus' power. All of this demonstrates true faith on the part of the dying thief, and Christ graciously affirmed the man's salvation.

Paradise. This word speaks of heaven.

3. Here is your son, here is your mother (John 19:26-27)

the disciple whom He loved. This is a reference to John. Jesus, as firstborn and breadwinner of the family before he started His ministry, did not give the responsibility to His brothers because they were not sympathetic to His ministry nor did they believe in Him and they likely were not present at the time.

let's not worship Mary because even Jesus called her "woman" not "mother". Mary was just an instrument of God so that His Son can live on this earth. Yes! Of course, she was the mother of Jesus but not literally worship her as the mother of God because she was also a 100% human like us.

4. Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani (Mark 15:34)

This means "My God! My God! Why have You forsaken me?"
It tells us that Jesus felt keenly His abandonment by the Father, resulting from god's wrath being poured out on Him as the substitute for sinners.

5. I am thirsty (John 19:28)

Jesus was also thirst even though He was God. We can get the word "thirst" from John 4:13-14, that only Jesus can satisfy our soul, not the things in the world because the things in the world are temporary but the godly things are eternal which will last forever.

6. It is finished! (John 19:30)

The entire work of redemption had been brought to completion. The translation of "it is finished" means being placed on receipts for taxes. In other words, "paid in full."
He gave up His spirit. The sentence signaled that Jesus "handed over" His spirit as an act of His will. No one took his life from Him, for He voluntarily and willingly gave it up.

7. Father, into Your hands I commit My Spirit (Luke 23: 44-47)

Normally, victims of crucifixion died much slower deaths. He, being in control, simply yielded up His soul, committing it to God. Thus He "offered Himself without spot to God." (Heb. 9:14)

God bless! <><

The 6th of the 10 Days

Another love song plays as I think of words to let remain unto this page.
My days are spent pondering over what would happen an hour from now, 2 hours, 3 hours, 4, 5, so on.
This is another day, indeed.
Another day to face the fears I need not to repress.
For it flows out on its own, like water from a broken jar.
Another day to step forward regardless of my sighs and just hope I have enough strength to persevere.


A million thoughts race in my mind as I take glimpses of the cloudy yet bright sky outside; a million thoughts of “what if’s”, “if only’s”, “maybe’s”, and “I hope’s”.
Pausing once in a while, to scrutinize if I could still comprehend or determine the weight that I carry in my heart;
not knowing when or until when I might be able to manage as the feelings intensifies with every passing minute.
Not wanting to shut my eyes at night for my questions are left unanswered; but also thankful as dawn approaches, thankful that I could for a while dream the weight away.
Yet only to be awakened by the light that passes through the openings of the curtains, to wake up to another unknown tomorrow and begin another day.


Truly what lies ahead is cryptic to me.
It is veiled, it is hidden.
I see a clear depiction of what is in front of me, but I am ignorant to what is next.
Fear consumes me as I place my faithless hands unto the knob of every close door I hide behind of.
Hesitating to push open; unwilling to let anxiety envelop me as I step out, blinded by the morning light, not knowing what or who will the first my eyes will gaze upon.

This is my melancholy; this is my plea for a saviour.
I am laid bare.
Consumed by fears but still moving on.
I am weak, I am scared, I am fragile, and I am slowly dying inside; but still constantly reminding myself that someone is there.
This is the truth I try to hold on to, the truth which I draw strength upon.
Trying to be optimistic as I recall every sweet word He sings in my ears:
The promises of a life, of hope, and a future secure in Him.
This is His song for me, a song of love, as He holds me by the hand to get me through another day.
Reminding me that even with the darkness that surrounds me I am never alone.
So to Him I offered up my days.
For I know that He is the one who controls my tomorrows, He is the one who make things known and unknown to humanity.
This surrender is the end of me, but I am confident that it’ll be a beginning in Him.


But let not the mere praises of my lips alone justify my heart.
For this is my melancholy indeed; this is my cry for an undivided heart.
I confess that I am entirely incomplete, I know I am undone.
I am unable to finish what has been started; not even able to begin what should be done.
For I am clay in my Potter’s hands, I am dross-filled silver; still being moulded, still being refined.


Every breath I take causes my chest to ache as He searches every corner of my heart.
Ashamed for I know I had hidden things in my heart He had told me to let go of, hiding it all in vain.
In vain for I know that He sees all and knows all.
Deliberately refusing to comply with His will; trying to find a flight.
Running away as I held dearly things He said can not even compare to the mere mention of His glorious name.
My foolishness- I admit; as I cling unto treasured paste; not wanting to accept the diamonds He lovingly offered.

This is me, Father; this is how I begun, I am human.
I am foolish, irrational, easily blinded and swayed by the temporary and quickly wasting away.
Taking hold of what my hands could grasp whilst it exist.
This is me; I am sinful, selfish, and unfaithful; unworthy, a mockery.
I would choose to fade than to cause any more pain unto You.

Yet even through my wretchedness, You still invite me to Your courts.
You summoned me by name and called me Yours.
You sang me a new song, a song of Your agape.
You cradled me in Your arms as you softly sang that I am Yours.
I am still Yours regardless of my mistakes, regardless of the many times I caused You to cry; regardless of my imperfection.
Father, I am ashamed to be held by You.
I don’t want to stain Your beauty with the filth that I bring; the filth that I had collected from swaying away; entertaining myself but neglecting You.

Oh, I humbly plead that You would just grab hold of my heart, that You would do with it anything that You please.
For I know that on my own I am only a disappointment, I always come lacking.
But Father, I desire to give You my all. I desire to make You my all.
Wash me, I pray.
Wash me in Your everlasting mercy.
Cover me Lord, cover me in Your undying love.
I plead for I know I am not worthy of anything beautiful from You.
I plead, for I dare not come as I am.
I, who wallowed in muck and is sodden in idolisations.
Purify me Father; make me clean.
Strip me of me and cause my heart to beat only for You.
Cause me to let the paste fall free from these faithless hands.
Cause me to let go until I have nothing left.
Let me be empty that You may have Your way with me- unhindered, undivided.
Cleanse me and make me new. Fill me with You.

This is my melancholy, Father; my song of faith, trust, love, hope, and submission.
And when another day begins; please God, hold me.

Psalm 27
Jeremiah 29: 11
Isaiah 43: 1-2
1 Corinthians 10: 12-13
1 Corinthians 14: 33-34
2 Corinthians 1:9-10
2 Corinthians

i believe that "LOVE" is the answer...

Walk blindly to the light and reach out for His hand
Don’t ask any questions and don’t try to understand
Open up your mind and then open up your heart
You will see that you and me aren't very far apart

I believe that love is the answer
I believe love will find a way
I believe that love is the answer
I believe love will find a way

Violence has spread worldwide and there’s families on the streets
We sell drugs to children now, well why can’t we just see
That all we do is eliminate our future with the things we do today
Money is our incentive now so that makes it ok

Jesus is the Answer for the World Today
Above Him theres no other
Jesus is the Way