In the quiet after the loud tongues of those shouting crucify, or the voices of the soldiers casting lots - after the argument of the thieves beside Jesus on the cross, the whisper of that Savior letting go.  After the bloddy spilling of grace - him ripped wide open so that we made be made whole, the despair of a mother, the confusing job of wrapping a king - the savior in burial cloth, his throne never taken.  After the laying of the cold … [Read more...]