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So yesterday, we were doing our Bible lesson at school and I was listening to my friend tell the story of Jesus being beat and whipped.  I got teary eyed. It made me so sad that He endured that pain. I listened as she told the kids that He did that for us.  I am so grateful for that sacrifice.  I can't imagine being Mary and knowing that her son was going to endure so much pain.  As a human and a mom, I couldn't do that.  And then I think about God watching, powerful enough to stop it but letting Jesus be our sacrifice.  It breaks my heart.