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Everything is going smoothly and according to plan. Pray that we build relationships within our own group and this community! More tomorrow with pictures. God provides abundantly! More tomorrow, we are all safe and sound. Thanks to Youthmark, Brian great job today! We can't wait to see God working! Blessings!
Yeah! Praise God for your safe travels- may He lead you where he needs you this week!
It was Friday, about noon. I was heading home, thinking about the questions my oldest son would ask me at that night’s Passover meal. “Why is this night different from every other night?” he would ask. I was about to recite the answer to myself when I realized that there was a crowd of people lining the road in front of me. Suddenly, two Roman soldiers dragged me into the middle of the scene. There was a man on his hands and knees; so bruised and bloody that he looked like something hanging in a butcher’s shop. I’ve seen prisoners being taken for execution before but this guy was in a class by himself. The soldiers made me pick up the cross for his crucifixion and carry it up the hill. I never really thought about how heavy that cross might be. It was a terrible load! When we reached the top of the hill outside the city, I dropped the cross on the ground and stood, rolling my shoulders and stretching my neck muscles. A soldier told me I could leave if I wanted. I’ve seen a few of these executions before and I wasn’t in a mood to see another Jew murdered by the Romans. I looked at the horizon and saw some of the darkest clouds ever gathering in the distance. I figured if I stayed, it would rain and I’d get soaked and I’d be late for Seder, so I headed back toward home. I started thinking about the Passover questions again. “Why is this night different from every other night?”
Thank you Bill for doing the devotion with us! Cool, to do it with a different perspective. Like yours! Kelly thank you for your prayers...
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