Friday, March 21, 2008

Why I Call This Friday Good

He was wounded for my transgressions.

He was bruised for my iniquities.

His self-giving astonishes me.

That is why I worship him.

And, when I try to be more righteous, more like him, and fail, I hear him say to me, "I am the way".

I lean on the one who on this day hung on a cross.

For me.

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"... nothing intellectually compelling or challenging.. bald assertions coupled to superstition... woefully pathetic"