THE VERSE
no verse todayTHE THOUGHT
God died. The creator of the universe, incarnate in a frail human body, lay still in a dark tomb. His work on earth had been completed-- as he had announced on the cross the day before- and the punishment for sin had been carried out in full, laid on his bruised and torn shoulders. And he had died. Death had, it seemed, won the final victory over humanity. But now creation waited, silently, for the great triumph that would be coming soon.A bead of water slid off the ceiling of the tomb, splashing next to where the body of Jesus lay, cold and stiff. Outside a breeze rustled the leaves of the trees. The sun shone over the hills beyond Jerusalem, but it seemed to lack its usual brilliance. A dog howled in the distance. Afternoon arrived, and the oppressive Judean air stifled all sound. Everything was still. And creation waited...
THE PRAYER
no prayer todayEXTENDED READING
no extended reading todayTHE QUOTE
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