I am consumed with humanity. The hollowness,
the human-ness, helpless. There is nothing to do but reject the
wretchedness. With hope, lifting my soul to the LORD - my Redeemer -my
Ransomer. The One who wore the mantle of the humanity that hammered the
holes in His hands.
The emptiness of my heart and life have been
replaced by the emptiness of the tomb. I trust in that cross-crucified,
curtain-tearing, crypt-conquering Christ. He is risen! He is risen
indeed!
