To the Cross

Our church usually has a musical program during the Easter season. One year my son-in-law was asked to portrayed Jesus in the program. Such an honor. 
We always put on such a big production for a church our size. There are always some issues we have to work out during production. One--How can we portray Jesus ascending into Heaven?  The Fisherville answer-- You run a rope through some pulleys to the baptistry and get several strong men to stand out in the hall holding the rope. At the signal, these men run to the next marked spot down the hall (straight out of "Little Rascals"). Too far and he will ascend into the roof; too close and his feet will stick out at the bottom. Only in Fisherville.
But this presentation was hard for me to watch. I watched men put a crown of thorns on my son-in-law's head, men acting out driving nails in his hands and feet, the blood (not real) flowing freely and then these men raised him up on a cross.  I don't cry easy but a sob escaped from me and tears ran down my face. I wanted to cry "Stop, take him down. He doesn't deserve this. He is innocent."
How many thousand times more did Mary feel the pain of watching her innocent son die on the cross. What pain my Heavenly Father must have felt as real men nailed real nails in His Son's hands and feet.
"Thank you Jesus for bearing the cross for my sins"
"For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotton Son that whosoever believes in Him shall be saved." John 3:16