Sad, Not Mad
I screamed so hard my throat was tender afterwards. That all-too-familiar uncontrollable rage. Like a volcano, it’s unpredictable and uncontrollable.
I screamed so hard my throat was tender afterwards. That all-too-familiar uncontrollable rage. Like a volcano, it’s unpredictable and uncontrollable.
Surely the most profound act of love was when God Almighty became flesh, only to die that we might have life. That love is the gospel. The Good News.
But…