This never gets old. It happened over 2000 years ago, but it can still bring me to a sobbing mess of tears. The cross is harsh, confronting, painful, full of grief, brokenness. I am so grateful for the cross. But today is always full of emotion. I, among many, am responsible for this and it grieves my heart so sharply.
And yet.
This had to happen. It was always God's Plan A to bring us to a place where we are without sin in His eyes. This wasn't Plan B because mankind made a mess of what was created perfect. In the darkness of Friday I am grateful that Sunday is coming.
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Amen
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