The Man’s mother pushed her way through the crowd to be near Him. He passed before her, beatened, bloodied and battered beyond recognition. He stumbled as He carried a cross on which He would be hung. He could not comfort her. She could not stop the madness.
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A Profound Chinese Question
She looked from the notepad to me. “He ask, ‘If Jesus be good, why He make mother so sad?'”
The Son
The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears.