If a thousand years is like a day, then I haven’t been gone that long. Keep your candles burning bright, and keep on singing that old salvation song, because I’m coming, I’m coming to take you home.
Reflection on the Suffering
It’s heavy; I don’t know if I can bear it; the whips are driving into my back; my feet are sore; beneath me the riveting rocks press in; my eyes sting from the sweat; I am hot; I am cold. “Why don’t you save yourself?” jeers someone close to me from the lynch mob that has surrounded me. Father even now forgive them.