I wasn’t there for the gouging, the binding in tape, the piercing or the spearing. But as you walk through the front door, even though there is no evidence to be seen, you know what has gone on. There can be no doubt about it. No hiding it.
Amazing how something so sweet can come from such deliberate and wanton destruction. But it needed to be done. The pattern was pre-ordained and needed to be followed.
Thank you to all those who made up the Christingles this afternoon. That smell of oranges is amazing.
Thank you to the Word of God, becoming flesh, full of grace and truth, and fulfilling all the requirements of the law to set us free.