I used to dream of greatness. I believed that I would one day sit at Jesus’ right hand when he came into his kingdom. I was so naïve and foolish. I thought that was what he preached. Now, nothing made sense. Continue reading “Resurrection Stories – Part 2”
Resurrection Stories – Part 1
It was still so dark that morning that we could barely make our way to the entrance where they had laid my Lord to rest. We feared that they did not give him a proper burial. How could we let him lie without preparing his body? He deserved better. Continue reading “Resurrection Stories – Part 1”