Good Friday

Good Friday – God’s only son tortured, hung upon a cross and savagely killed. Yet God saw it as a good thing, as a great thing, as a beautiful thing. God’s son dying on a cross, paying the ultimate price for our wrongdoing, paying the only possible price, but reconciling us back to God. It

Easter part one.

Today, this very day, I picked up a hammer And with all the might I could muster from within my being I swung that iron block onto a nail That iron spike ripped apart the flesh it was aimed at That iron spike pierced the skin of the one laid before me I swung again