WHO READS HIM

He was born hn an obscure village. He neva wrote a book, he neva held an office, he neva had a family or owned a home, he didnt go to college, university nor polytechnic, he neva lived in a big city, he neva travelled 200 miles from the place where he was born, he did none of the things that usually accompany greatness... Twenty centuries have come and gone and today he is the one who the world reads about.. HIS NAME IS JESUS CHRIST.

LOVE HUNG ON A CROSS

DHe looked around the hills and foresaw a seen. Three figures hung on three crosses, arms spread, head fallen forward. They moaned with the wind, men clad in soldiers garb sat on the ground near the trio... Women clad in sorrow huddled at the foot of the hill- faces tear streaked. All heavens stood up to fight. All nature rose to rescue. All eternity poised to protect, but the creator of them all gave no command, it must be done.. He said and withdrew, and the angel spoke again would it be less painful, but the creator said, it is for love that he died for mankind to be saved.