It was when they finally came to crucify Jesus that I became really upset about what was happening to him.
What I had read was amazing. The first three gospels gave such a vivid account of his life - the feeding of the 5,000, the miracles and mysterious events of his birth and his life - that I was gripped by the impact this man was having on those around him.
But it was the Gospel of John, a powerfully intimate account, written by a man who clearly loved Jesus and who had spent a lot of time close to him, that brought me close to the man Jesus Christ. The simple way John writes, with profound insights into Jesus and what it was like to actually be in the same room as him, is nothing short of breathtaking. I felt I could almost reach out and touch Jesus.