Passion

I left the movie theatre about an hour ago- Opening night of The Passion of Christ. And although I don't have time to go into a thoughtout reaction I wanted to take a quick moment and capture my afterthoughts. I just walked out in silence and tears feeling like my God was just crucified for the first time as I watched. It was so fresh and real-more real than it has ever been to me. The physical portrayal was beyond gruesome and I forced myself to not look away--this was truth. The rage and anger I felt for especially Caiphus was so enormous. I HATE him. And as I watched his ignorance and despise for Jesus drive the people to murder him, I realized how much that is me so disgustingly often. I felt disgusting.-sick at my stomach. The character of Mary and her various motherly flashbacks made it that much more human...or inhumane rather.
I don't want to rush back to work like I'm forced to right now. I want to process this and not let life jumble it in my mind and heart.