Easter

Friday Here I am – numb. I don’t know what to do, where to go. I’m holed up here in a room that just last night was the scene of feasting, prayer and remembrance. But now appetite is gone, no prayer is left and every remembrance is tainted by the horror of this day. Jesus is dead. Crucified. Every waking moment of the last three years was alive with hope because of Him. … [Read more...] about Fragment of an ancient diary: An Easter Story