Christ Was Wounded for Our Transgressions
Last week I was attacked by two large dogs while I was riding my bicycle in my neighborhood. One dog was more vicious than the other, and bit me repeatedly and deeply on both legs, as I screamed in vain for help. The owners were not home, apparently, nor was anyone in the few other houses in the area.
I continued to try to protect myself from the dog by using my bicycle as a shield between me and the biting dog, who continued to charge toward me and try to get around the bicycle. It seemed like hours, screaming for help, knowing that I could not hold the dog off indefinitely, nor could I escape since both dogs were blocking my way and I couldn't move away.