Our God, took flesh, as we are flesh, that we might truly know Him in our weakness, in our incarnate humanity... In bearing the Cross, the stripes, the lashing of demons, the cursing of men, Chris as God, let both men and devils exhaust themselves. In killing Christ, man attacked God with all their anger, frustration, violence, hatred, spite, grief, and tribulation. All of our lashing fury was exhausted at the body of Christ, until like a tantrum throwing child, we men and demons, collapsed in tears of humility and repentant exhaustion...
As Christ descended into Hell, all the negative forces unleashed their attacks against Him, Christ bearing our blows like a divine and universal punching bag, until the Adversary was overwhelmed by ecstatic exhaustion, collapsed its attack... And when even Death and Hell itself had fallen to its knees streaming tears of repentance, Jesus the Dead but Ever-Living, rose up from suffering, raising us up with Him.
Christ Arose! Rejoice! Build Love!
Being God only He
could bear us. He let himself be attacked, that we might exhaust the resources of our own negativity, He endured our blows like a patient parent smiles at the absurdity of a child’s angry fit, and after our tears flowed like that child, He came into the Grave and Death, and hugged us, wiping away our tears and raised us up unto Himself.
Christ’s death occurred that He might exhaust our sins into sincere and true repentance. He, though being God Almighty, allowed we weak humans to attack, curse, bruise, stab, and even kill Him, that the possessed state our blind fury of rage and sin might spend itself into kneeling repentance.