It is good friday. How can words describe what happened so many thousands of years ago? To think that even after long ago, such a miracle is still reaching through the bonds of time and having a huge impact on my life today. Celebrating it in my soul; My savior. My King. My bridge. Every good friday I carry this in my heart; He has died for me, meaning simply that love is a verb.
16 "This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us...."
- 1 john 3:16