The Second Sunday of Easter
I want you to imagine that you were reaching a critical moment in your life and you had the opportunity to write a letter. You wouldn’t be writing to ask for help, because you wouldn’t be in the kind of situation where help was relevant.
“There was a cross in the heart of God before there was one planted on the green hill in Jerusalem. And now that the cross of wood has been taken down, the one in the heart of God abides, and it will remain so long as there is one sinful soul for whom to suffer”