His executioners jabbed a crown of thorns down on His head so brutally that it sank deep into His skin. After hours of being beaten, mocked, flogged, and tortured, they made Him carry a cross. Alone.
Category: death
The Good Fight
One day while vsiting Mom, I got a rare glimpse into the mind of one with Alzheimer’s. “I feel like I am in a tunnel and can’t find my way back,” she said. “Are you afraid?” I asked. “No, just frustrated.” “Where do you go in the tunnel?” I prodded. “I’m with my mother.” “Why do you go to your mother’s?” “Because she knows how to fix things,” she said, tapping her forehead.
Deadly Infiltrators
Another deadly infiltrator is Creeping Charlie! What a scoundrel. He hides behind a facade of green and slithers through the grass unnoticed until it thinks it has earned
squatters rights for taking up residence far too long.