It was quite simple.
They cried blasphemy.
He spoke Truth.
They crucified Him.
He submitted to His Father’s will.
They taunted.
He forgave.
They challenged:
“If you are the Son of God
come down!”
“I AM,” He replied.
And arose.
Dawn lays upon the land like a benediction Distant hills are etched in purple against the pastel sky Pristine New made Pure. Breathe it in
I had been in this descending tunnel with Him before. It was dark, rough-hewn, marks of its working still visible on the stone walls. We
Did He say, when contemplating Incarnation, “Father, I go, of My own will, true. Yet I cannot help feel that You send Me away.” Did
I love the various colours of life. They bring such vibrancy and joy. I have found that God is the Source of all the colours that make life worth living.
