This is Max Lakato.

Suppose you were to stand on a stage while a film of every secret and selfish moment of your life was projected on the screen behind you.

Would you not scream for the heavens to have mercy?

And would you not feel just a fraction of what Christ felt on the cross, the icy displeasure of a sin-hating God. The Bible says that Christ carried

all our sins in his body. See Christ on the cross? That's a gossiper hanging there. See Jesus?

Embezzler. Liar. Bigot. Hold it, Max. Don't you lump Christ with those evil-doers? I didn't.

He did.

More than place his name in the same sentence, he placed himself in their place, and yours.

With hands nailed open, he invited God, treat me as you would treat them.

And God did.

My God, my God, why did you abandon me?

Why did Jesus scream those words?

Simple.

So that you'll never have to.