If I was There

That was a horrible day, the day Christ died. It was a confusing day for the people who loved Him, especially for the people that really knew who He was. If I was there, I know I would be extremely confused. Why are they killing Him? I would say. Don't they know who He is? How could they kill Him? It's not just a claim! I would be running around trying to get help, trying to get someone to understand. I would be yelling at everyone, even at Christ. You can't leave me! You can't let them do this to you! You don't have to! You are God. You are his son! Of course, I would not understand why this was going on. Even the people very close to him forgot what he told them about what he was to and had to do. I would beg him to let me take his place. You do not deserve to die, I'm the one who should die! I am a sinner, and I am not worthy of your forgiveness, I am not fit to live! I would not understand that he was doing this for me. If I was there, I'd have no understanding of what was to happen three mornings later. I probably would not be alive, I know I would have died of a broken heart. Look at him! He does not have to suffer like that. Someone stop them! Someone put an end to this nightmare! God, do something! Please! No one knows they don't know who he is, why don't they know? It's so clear, all the things he did, the miracles he performed, only one person could ever do what he did! God would not give anyone the power that he had! Stop this! Stop it! Why? Why God? I don't understand. That is what I would say and do if I was there.