THE HOURS ON THE CROSS Jesus thirsts. Not drank since the previous afternoon. Your body is a mask of blood. The mouth is half open and his lower lip begins to droop. The throat, dry, burning him, but he can not swallow. Thirsts. A soldier will extend on one end of a stick dipped in acid beverage in use among military sponge. Everything is atrocious torture. A strange phenomenon occurs in the body of Jesus. The arm muscles stiffen in a sharp contraction that will: deltoids, biceps raised and outstretched, fingers bend. It happens to someone injured as tetanus. The doctors call it tetany, when the symptoms become more widespread: abdomen muscles stiffen on standing waves; then those between the ribs, the neck and breathing. Breathing becomes, little by little shorter. Air enters with a ping, but can not get out. Jesus breathes with the apex of the lungs. Thirsts air: As an asthmatic in crisis, his pale face slowly turns red, then turns a purplish violet and finally in cianítico. Jesus is surrounded by asphyxiation. Lungs full of air can not be emptied. The forehead is impregnated with sweat, his eyes come out of orbit. But what happens? Slowly, with a superhuman effort, Jesus takes a foothold on the nail of the feet. Strives to small strokes, rises relieving the traction arms. The chest muscles are stretched. Breathing becomes wider and deeper, the lungs are emptied and the face regains the initial pallor. Why this effort? Because Jesus wants to speak: Father, forgive them for they know not what they do. Soon after the body starts to loosen up again and starts choking. Seven phrases uttered by him were broadcast on the cross: every time you want to talk, having expected to amount to support the nail feet. What torture! Attracted by the blood flowing and the coagulated, swarms of flies buzz around his body, but he can not shoo them. Shortly after, the sky darkens, the sun hides: suddenly the temperature decreases. Will soon be three. All your pain, thirst, cramps, suffocation, the throbbing of the median nerve, pluck it a lament: My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?. Jesus takes his last breath: It is finished!, And then Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit. And dies. In my place and yours.
Posted on: Sat, 22 Nov 2014 05:22:23 +0000
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