It has happened

It has happened,
in every corner of the earth,
where the few eat bread,
and the rest eat sand.

It has happened,
where the few clothed velvet,
sleep in palaces,
the rest go naked,
squeezed into shacks.

It has happened,
the hidden hand appear,
spilling the blood of the poor,
to cling on to power.

It has happened,
when the kings turned bad,
the citizen goes mad,
the world, sad.

Good Friday: Old history ends with the cross

Today is Good Friday, to rememberance of the day where Jesus died for your sins and my sins.

Good Friday is the mirror held up by Jesus so that we can see ourselves in all our stark reality, and then it turns us to that cross and to his eyes and we hear these words, "Father forgive them for they know not what they do." That'sus! And so we know beyond a shadow of a doubt that if we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves. We see in that cross a love so amazing so divine that it loves us even when we turn away from it, or spurn it, or crucify it. There is no faith in Jesus without understanding that on the cross we see into the heart of God and find it filled with mercy for the sinner whoever he or she may be.

Christ died He left a will in which He gave His soul to His Father, His body to Joseph of Arimathea, His clothes to the soldiers, and His mother to John. But to His disciples, who had left all to follow Him, He left not silver or gold, but something far better - His PEACE!

Our old history ends with the cross; our new history begins with the resurrection.