Not His Crime, but Ours
The crowds treated him like a criminal even though he'd done nothing wrong. Yet it wasn't the crowds who put him on a criminal's cross and that he died. It was for my sin. For all humanity's sin.
The crowds treated him like a criminal even though he'd done nothing wrong. Yet it wasn't the crowds who put him on a criminal's cross and that he died. It was for my sin. For all humanity's sin.
While we know what happened on Sunday morning. He rose from the dead. He appeared to many–at least five-hundred. A miracle and proof of His deity. But first, let’s remember.
I'll never forget walking the streets where Jesus walked. Seeing the Garden with trees that were most likely there when Jesus was there. We must celebrate this Sunday. But first, let's remember.