Our son was attending a reinactment of the last supper with Jesus. It was taking place in a nearby town. They had unleavened bread and bitter herbs. They removed their shoes and had their feet washed. As I waited outside for the conclusion of the meeting, I walked around the church grounds, browsing. I was unfamiliar with several areas. Lovely trees, blooming flowers. I passed a quiet memorial garden bathed in the sound of a bubbling rock fountain.

Just beyond, I saw them. I hadn’t noticed them before. Standing tall into the dusky sky were three crosses. The one in the center was draped in a long, flowing purple cloth. In years past, I had seen other crosses displayed by the side of the highway or at other churches. This was the first time I had ever stood at the foot of a cross.

Jesus died to purchase a way for all people to spend eternity with Him. He heals, He saves, and He forgives. Thank You, Lord, for forgiving me….