One can only hope and pray to our Lord to die peacefully and not by suffering. Faithful accepted his punishment, the same way our Lord Jesus Christ did. Reading that passage reminded me of the times I spent in Sunday school, learning about all the different teachings of Jesus. When it came time to learn of his death, and I don't mean by the colorful picture books they show you to ease the level of pain you may feel, I am talking about listening to a tape where you hear the voice of a man; a man who was innocent in every way possible, but did not seem that way to the world around him. Listening to that tape brought tears to my eyes as I heard, in detail, every lash, every cry, and every pray to God to forgive his condemners. How can one man, on death road, pray for others and not him-self, astonished me in so many ways? Thoughts clouded my conscience of rights and wrongs, trying to decipher everything at once, but I realized the only one true clear thought that remained with me was that Jesus died for us all, and our sins, and that was a true act of love. To me, Faithful took his punishment with no argument, no hassle, but he took it as an act of love to show that he forgave all who condemned him then.
             Being a Christian in the world today, isn't any easier as it was back then. There is still the same ridicule, uncertainties, jokes, and punishments. But through it all we all one way or another seem to get by each day, even if it is hanging by the edges of our fingers. I know recently experiencing the lose of two friends, at such young ages, was a detour I did not see coming. The pain, agony, fear, that over flows my soul reminds me of that day in Sunday school when I learned of the true suffering of our Lord. Remembering what I learned then is helping me through my time of grief and hurt, which I feel.
             In many ways I can relate not only to Faithful's death, but to many scenarios in the Pilgrims Pro...