so easter is here again, and its my 23rd year of celebrating it. certainly, jesus rising from the death is everything to me, yet how often does one live, understanding how undeserving he or she is of all of this? and how often does one live, realising that all this undeserved-ness counts for nothing when jesus turned what was unforgiveable to what is now forgiveable on the cross?
grace, that's what it is.
grace, that's what it is.
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