April 18, 2003
Today is Good Friday. My daughter who’s only two and a half already knows the great eternal truth about this day – that today is the day when Jesus loved us the most. I recently cut my knee deep enough to require stitches. When the ER doc cleaned the wound with hydrogen peroxide, I almost passed out from pain. It touches me that God – an all-powerful deity who owes me nothing – would voluntarily undergo pain much more severe than stitches because He loved me. The imagery of three trees at the top of the world (see: Golgotha) fills me with peace.