We have this hymn request from Erlene–He Looked Beyond My Faults, by Carroll Roberson. She’s not feeling quite the ticket today, so let’s keep her in our prayers.
I consider it a blessing that I live in a time and place in which there are no public crucifixions. That makes it difficult to understand the horror of such a thing, and the magnitude of Our Lord’s sacrifice: that he should have consented to undergo the cross for our sake is almost more than I can grasp.
Thank you. It is beyond our ability to fathom, and the whole horror began in the Garden where He prayed before his arrest. He became the scapegoat, then the crucifixion. All that sin laid on the sinless- mind blowing.
Beauitufol