Jesus suffered. A lot.

Luke 4.2
For forty days he was tempted by the devil. He at nothing at all during those days.

Jesus also suffered temptation. Such an abstract word - but: he was tempted to do things he - wanted? Tempted to make life easier, the journey simpler, his glory on earth greater. Instead he chose to make life harder, to receive little praise from men, to suffer most. And I thank God for that.

It seems so cruel and heartless to say that I rejoice in Jesus' suffering. And if there had been any way to shield him, I would do that. Any way to give the human race what they need without Jesus suffering the abuse, the insults, the humiliation and the death that he did, I would do it. But there was no other way. And we need his sacrifice. Without it we cannot, I cannot, live. I would be separate from God - that I could not bear, that I would not survive. Even on earth, let alone in the after life.

God. Father. Jesus.
It seems so incredibly unfair that you had to suffer in a way that I would not be able to cope with - so that I could be blessed. I know you chose that path. I know you would do it again. But it aches me that I can't go back and prevent it all. It hurts me every time I read of how you were abused. And I know how little I deserve your intervention, your suffering, your unfailing neverending allencompassing love.
In a weird way I know, but totally don't know, why you did it. I'm not worth that. You must be so disappointed that you suffered all that way and now I am the way I am and not worth the trouble. I'm so sorry I'm not more worth saving. But thankyou SO much, for saving me anyway.