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A cross.


On a small hill called the skull, 2000+ years ago, a man was raised, nailed to a cruel Roman cross. His body was beaten and torn, bleeding He was nailed through his hands and his feet, and to breath He, in anguish had to push His torn flesh upward against the splintered wood just to receive a breath, which would only prolong His anguish. He was innocent of any crime, yet He was punished to Death. However, He chose to die this way. His reason was mixed with obedience and love. Love for a world that refused to receive it. This would not stop Him, He knew what must be done to save the very souls of those who would not want saving.

Today, we look back with knowledge of all that transpired. With the viewpoint of history we can know why this was done and how it could help us, if we would receive it.

Yeshua of Nazareth is His name. Our shame can be taken from us and put upon the cross which He so lovingly died upon.

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