Have you been to see The Passion of the Christ? If you've seen the movie, then you may feel the same way I do. Jay and I went on Wednesday morning and stood in line to watch a film that changed how I view the last hours of my very best friend.

Something happened to my heart during the movie. I can't say exactly when, but at some point I began to hurt. I began to feel that the wounds Jesus was receiving were coming from my own hands. At the same time I realized each strike and blow on His body should have been given to me. My best friend was being tortured, humiliated, wounded and eventually killed. By whom? The answer came from somewhere deep inside my soul.. "Me". I did it. And I began to weep in a way that I have never wept before.