I believe because of the difference in these accounts which add up to give personal testimony of an alive Christ working in spirit with the people of His new church.
I believe in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord,
who was conceived by the Holy Spirit
and born of the virgin Mary.
He suffered under Pontius Pilate,
was crucified, died, and was buried;
he descended to hell.
What better than to meditate on the words of this beautiful work.
April 19th 2019
The morning dawned as any other,
Yet not to me.
Response to the chorus of birds was hostile,
Do you not know?
How soon after Jesus rides into Jerusalem, the crowds shouting and honouring him, do the leaders, scribes and Pharisees become tired and afraid of the following Jesus has.
In His own time, as always happens, He whispered to me this morning, “Sue, It’s already written down. Just post, and read.”
Hear the words of comfort
“At any given moment, within a certain undefinable radius of your sorry body or soul, there will be something that can lift you. The trick is knowing where to look.”
This evening I made Yorkshire puddings for the family to go with the beef pot roast. Not being British born, my grandson wanted to know how they were made, and I quote, “what makes them puffy”?
tWho is to condemn? Christ Jesus is the one who died—more than that, who was raised—uwho is at the right hand of God, vwho indeed is interceding for us.1 Romans 8:34.