I poured the nard over his head, massaging it into his scalp like Samuel anointing David as King of Israel. He closed his eyes as I rubbed his hair. Someone needed to anoint him King, but I’d heard the high priests, I’d heard Jesus speak woes to the Pharisees. He said he’d tear down the temple and rebuild it again. He said he was going to be mocked and killed. Would his blood cry out from the earth like Abel’s? Would God come down and mark the preachers scheming to kill him like He did Cain? I didn’t want to believe Jesus words that he’d be mocked and killed but I knew Passover wasn’t going to end well. Still, he was our king. Pilate tacked that sign over him. The King of the Jews. I saw what I saw.
Just breathtaking. I love this so much. I know it can't be perfect, but it feels perfect. I'm so glad you will be making a book of these. I will upgrade my membership next week. Thank you so much.
WOW! You've outdone yourself, Katie! Only a woman madly in love with Jesus could write this!
CHRIST IS RISEN! HE IS RISEN INDEED! HALLELUJAH!
HE IS RISEN!
Just breathtaking. I love this so much. I know it can't be perfect, but it feels perfect. I'm so glad you will be making a book of these. I will upgrade my membership next week. Thank you so much.