The New Kid

Imagine that there’s a new kid in town.  This new kid is thought of as unconventional, and has hoards of people mocking him.  However, the new kid is smart as a whip, and seeks to share his wisdom with others.  The only ones who know the new kid’s true potential initially are his parents and his cousin.

As time passes on, the kid makes a few friends, and grows up with them.  From adolescence into adulthood, he continues to be mocked and gawked at by the world around him.  His group of friends make efforts to fight and stand up for him, but he tells them to let it go.  The new kid, you see, is completely at ease, for he knows that his life is going to serve an amazing purpose, despite the fact that the world hates him without a cause.

The new kid speaks out against bad influences among his society, and is claimed to be a criminal. Though some remain loyal, a couple of his friends betray him by handing him over to the authorities and denying their friendship with him.  The new kid remains at ease, bearing the weight of the world on his shoulders as he faces his punishment.

The new kid is beaten, cursed at, and bludgeoned to the point of death with the whole world watching.  The new kid doesn’t mind.  Instead, he looks up to his father, blood running down his face, and asks him to forgive the crowd for their actions.   And his father forgives him, as the new kid draws his last breath, just like that.

“Then said Jesus, Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do. And they parted his raiment, and cast lots.”
-Luke 23:34

Goodnight and God bless!

-Anonymously Allyson 😀

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