Monday, August 30, 2004
He was dying. No question about that.
He wished the agony would be over. It had to be soon. The arrow was poisoned. And how it hurt!
More than the pain of the wound on his body, what hurt most was the terrible lie of which he had been part. Which actually he had made up. And now so many, so many had paid for that Lie.
But was there any choice? Does God have any choice?
The lie had to be. And the payment had to be made.