What the savior means to me.

He gave his life.
It seems all so simple.
Christ died for us.
How many times do you hear that?
What do you think of when you hear that?
I catch myself thinking about school.
About homework.
About friends.
I find myself to caught up in stress to even realize the importance of what he did for us and how he accomplished it.
When I was little,
I always thought that the worst part of the atonement was the nails through the hands action.
I never truly understood that he did so much more than that.
In the garden, he literally bled through every pore.
He felt every emotional and physical pain of all those who have lived, live, or will live.
And yes,
That means that if you stepped on a nail,
He felt that pain too.
He felt all the nails that anyone has or will ever step on.
He also felt all of our stress,
Depression,
Loss,
Loneliness,
And self pity.
He understands every little thing we go through.
But then I wonder:
Doesn't he feel all the joy of man also?
And I believe he feels that often.
I also believe that god made him able to undertake such a large task.
I believe he was at least half immortal.
How else could he suffer so much grief?
I believe anyone living on the earth today could not go through 2 seconds of his pain.
But he endured.
He lived.
And he still lives.
And we can all feel his presence.
We can mentally feel the nail prints in his hands and feet.
We can have the knowledge of the scriptures.
An we can have the opportunity to withhold the Holy Ghost once we are baptized.
I love Christ.
And I would most definently, without a doubt be lost without him.