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| Good Friday | ||
 Matthew 20:22,23 |
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seeps away at dusk sucked into the wind-caressed greyness of the clouds, darkly one with blackening trees, inviting a soul's deep drinking of shadow. As black as that tree etched in Golgotha, dark as that darkness, chilled as the wind that made His spirit recoil deserted yet grasped strangely, firmly. A hard cup for those addicted to the brilliance of certitude, and love baths in shimmering light, fearing the love of unknowing. But somehow necessary for spirit-deepening and the cracking open of inner graveyards. Ross lives in Canberra, Australia. He is the director/administrator of Barnabas Ministries, Inc., which offers ministers of the Gospel a place to pause, refresh their perspective, and renew their acquaintance with God. |
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