His Victory Was Yours
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|Thu, 10-09-2003 - 2:06pm|
>People looked at Jesus when he walked the Galilean countryside and saw nothing spectacular-a common working man with rough hands, dressed in a homespun robe. Little did they know that this one who talked and laughed and ate his meals with them contained the destiny of the universe. In him was the power to heal my children and reconcile my lost world to me.
The blood he spilled as he hung bruised and battered on the cross seemed a cruel tragedy. His death and his curial seemed an awful waste. But when the stone rolled away and he burst through the doors of death into my eternity, his story was total victory. Your victory!
His Father and Yours,