As I listened to those words come out of her mouth, I became quite ashamed and worried at the same time.
If I was there, Jesus, in your days What would be my name? Where would I have stood? Would I be Mary who gave you birth? Or Herod, who sort your death? Would I have travelled like the wise men? Or held the sword across a child's head? If I was there, Jesus, in your [...]
His betrayer had given them a sign: “The One I kiss, He’s the One; arrest Him!” So he went right up to Jesus and said, “Greetings, Rabbi!” and kissed Him. Matthew 26:48-49 Then one of the Temple guards standing nearby slapped Jesus across the face. “Is that the way to answer the high priest?” he demanded. [...]
You'll wake up from death disappointed . . .
I really want to know what the basis of such brutal moral judgement is, and why we have somehow become addicted to digging out skeletons that have long decayed.
Dear God . . .
But does it really make any sense? That life ends here? What happens to the you that is your SOUL?
We condemn that person whose life's mistakes have made it to the open as we sit tightly upon the baggages of our own blunders lest they burst free from the weight of their excesses-ness.