On Good Friday, I tend to picture myself with the cluster of faithful followers gathered at foot of the cross. Truth be told, Stuart Townend’s version is more like it:
“Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers.”
How Deep the Father’s Love for Us, 1995
Forgive me, Lord.
I suspect that most of us are actually just trying to stay out of the way, and that may indeed be worse.
Agreed.