I just finished The Shack by Wm. Paul Young. This is one of those books that kept cropping up in different conversations over the course of a year. I think I jotted it down here and there two or three times before I added it to my summer reading list and went to the library…
When I think of Mary at Jesus Christ’s sepulchre that Sunday after Atonement, I can’t help but see that huge rock, rolled to the side, with the idea of Resurrection never even a thought in Mary’s mind. All she saw was an empty tomb, empty burial clothes, and an obvious crime. Her mind could only…
Stand Still 