A man sleeps in death. So sad his passing. What crime had he committed? He stirred up the people. He questioned those in authority. He exposed their hypocrisy. His message could not be tolerated. What was so offensive the words he spoke?
A man sleeps in death. So sad his passing. Cut down in his prime. So prematurely. Was it necessary? Why all the fuss? Could there not have been a compromise?
A man sleeps in death. Itinerant. A loner. A poor man. His only possession was his garments – which were auctioned off; by the guard, to the winner, in a game of dice.
A man sleeps in death. In love a friend steps forward, but secretly, for fear of the authorities. What can he offer now? There is a tomb nearby in which no one had been laid. The final tribute of an acquaintance who wishes to remain anonymous.
A man sleeps in death. A holy day is coming. Time is passing. In haste he is buried. It will do for now. After the observance, we shall return. Then we can bring more spices to anoint his body and remember his life. And mourn our loss. So unfair. So Useless. So sad His passing. Was it all necessary? Why?
Lord Jesus You slept in death only to rise to new life. Without Your resurrection Your death has no purpose. Only in Your rising can we understand Your passion.
A man sleeps in death. So sad his passing. Cut down in his prime. So prematurely. Was it necessary? Why all the fuss? Could there not have been a compromise?
A man sleeps in death. Itinerant. A loner. A poor man. His only possession was his garments – which were auctioned off; by the guard, to the winner, in a game of dice.
A man sleeps in death. In love a friend steps forward, but secretly, for fear of the authorities. What can he offer now? There is a tomb nearby in which no one had been laid. The final tribute of an acquaintance who wishes to remain anonymous.
A man sleeps in death. A holy day is coming. Time is passing. In haste he is buried. It will do for now. After the observance, we shall return. Then we can bring more spices to anoint his body and remember his life. And mourn our loss. So unfair. So Useless. So sad His passing. Was it all necessary? Why?
Lord Jesus You slept in death only to rise to new life. Without Your resurrection Your death has no purpose. Only in Your rising can we understand Your passion.
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