Today takes us back to a day when the world was unmade. We are transported to an epoch when chaos reigned over the primordial waters from whence we came. The execution of the Son of God pulls apart the very fabric of reality. It is an absurdity, a cruel joke. Very God from Very God and flesh of our flesh dies. Yet even here, in the ashes of a world that once was beautiful, hope glimmers.
Written by Márcia Smith Cains Every one of us Bitter fruit of half-hearted labors Bittersweet taste Of a serpentine knock Swiftly answered;