Monday, February 11, 2008
Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani
Oh if only you could’ve seen him. Out there in that garden on his hands and knees. He was begging, pleading and sweating blood. Hour after hour he was alone just the two of him, man and God. “Daddy, I don’t want to do this. It will hurt beyond any pain known. Worse than the pain, father is your rejection. Must I accept all sin, as mine? All sin that was, is and will be throughout time becomes my guilt. Worse even is that you cannot look upon me; you will turn your face in rejection. My father...
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