Gethsemane   Before the bloodshed, there was the violet light of a garden; before the arrest, there was an angel’s visitation; before He relinquished the human chains, He wept⁠— afraid, friendless.   I do not know what it means to die, but I have seen blood flower a floor, and I have felt my father […]

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