Cross

I walked behind a cross today. I walked behind a crowd, following a cross being carried.

It was powerful stuff.

I imagined being in the crowd following the controversial rabbi Yeshua as he carried his own means of execution.

I found myself thinking, "How can we stop this? Somebody get him out of this. Somebody rescue him. Somebody stop this."

I believe in an empty tomb. But as grateful as I am for that, I never want to underestimate what that man went through.