We judged him, beaten by God and humiliated (Isaiah 53: 4-6)
Reflections on the third station: Jesus falls the first time, read in the Via Crucis Online organized by LGBT Christian Adults Project March 26, 2020
Yet he loaded himself with our suffering, he took our pains and we judged him chastised, beaten by God and humiliated. He has been pierced for our crimes, crushed for our iniquities.
The punishment that gives us salvation has hit him on him; For his wounds we have been healed. We all were dismissed like a flock, each of us followed his way; The Lord made the iniquity of all of us all. (Isaiah 53: 4-6)
Testimony by Davide
I am homosexual. Here is the reason for my suffering! I think: "I want to heal! I cannot be accepted by God! "And it is precisely at the moment of deepest suffering that I understand that God loves me as they are, I don't have to change, because I am"precious to his eyes, I am worthy of esteem"(Isaiah 43).
It is only by presenting me without masks in front of this love that I can get up! Physical fractures heal quickly, but emotional fractures need time ... Only God can heal the wounds caused by the non -acceptance of myself.
Fear and guilt disintegrated me, God led me to reconciliation with myself. Here then what was my greatest sin: to refuse myself!
Because where I don't love me, God loves me; Where I despise myself, God does not despise me; Where I feel guilty, God forgives me! Now I can really dance the beauty of life! "You changed my lament in dance, you removed the sack dress, you covered me with joy " (Psalm 30)
Prayer (Psalm 30.7-13)
You hate those who need fake idols,
But I have faith in the Lord.
I will cheer on joy for your grace,
Because you looked at my misery,
You met my anxieties;
You didn't give me in the hands of the enemy,
You guided my steps offshore.
Have mercy on me, Lord, are in the firm;
For the crying my eyes are squeezed,
My soul and my bowels.
My life is consumed in pain,
My years pass into the moan;
He unleashes my vigor for the penalty,
They dissolve all my bones.
They are the object of my enemies,
the disgust of my neighbors,
the horror of my acquaintances;
Whoever sees me on the street escapes me.
I fell into oblivion as a dead man,
They have become a refusal.
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