Here are a couple of our pancakes from breakfast this morning, Good Friday, the day we remember Jesus’ death on the cross in place of you and I.
And as I go throughout this day and Easter season, I want in every way for my mind to be concentrated and saturated with the knowledge that I (like Barabbas) have been released, and a righteous, holy, perfect man was put to death in my place.
jerrythinks. 