Could you imagine standing before a crowd of people who you thought loved you only to have them spit on you; what would you say? After all you’ve done for them, they turn around and curse and call you names; what would you say? They tie thorns together and place it on your head so that it digs into your scalp until you bleed; what would you say? They mock your name as King, nail your hands and feet to a cross and still have no charges to convict you but they found you guilty; what would you say? Even after they shouted, “He saved others; let him save himself if he is God’s Messiah, the Chosen One;” Jesus was still working on behalf of His Father. It didn’t matter that He was hung between 2 criminals, one of whom had the nerve to mock Him, yet the other one said “Don’t you fear God, since you are under the same sentence? We are punished justly, for we are getting what our deeds deserve. But this man has done nothing wrong.” And because He stood up for Jesus, Jesus stood up for Him by saying, “Truly I tell you, today you will be with me in paradise,” Luke 23:43 (That’s the second saying) See, you don’t have to be ashamed of the Man you serve because He surely isn’t ashamed of you even after all the many times you’ve sinned. Yea, if you take a moment and think back over your life you get ashamed just thinking about some of the things you did back then and probably even last night yet God continues to stand up for you. However, we step in His house with the audacity of being quiet with our praise, too scared to shout in our new shoes, clap the hands that still work even with arthritis or use the voice that could have been taken from us. We constantly pray for a car and then won’t drive it to worship service because you don’t want to add too many miles. You get a man or woman and stop fellowshipping with church folk because they don’t want to go. Well baby, I refuse to let a rock cry out for me because it wasn’t the rock that woke me up this morning, gave me a reasonable portion of health and strength and even anointed my feeble mind but it was that Man who hung, bled and died just so I’d have a right to the tree of life! Yea, I won’t be ashamed of the Man who rocks me to sleep when the pills won’t work, dry my tears before they soak my pillow, mend my hurt after being broken so many times, heal my body after the doctors says they’ve done all they can do, be a friend after your best friend walk off, provide when the job lays you off, light your path after you’ve been walking in the dark so long and make you first after all you’ve known is last. Oh, I just wish I had a few folk who aren’t ashamed of this Man!