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: facing the enemy
Man in a Hoodie
I turned and looked. The man stopped at the end of the driveway by the paper box. He stared at me as he slowly came up the driveway. Step by step. I stood at the front door – the doorbell just inches from my hand, but I could not ring the bell.
Perpetrators of Darkness
I delighted to hear the “lumberjack” had discovered that four red oaks, a hackberry, a cherry, and a birch tree had survived! They still had their amor on or they surely would have been destroyed by the bullies.