Thursday, April 7 | |
SACRIFICE
Tucked
into the gently rolling wheat fields of western Kansas, Camp
Christy was a summer favorite. Included among memories of skits
and songs and swimming and campfires are memories of gathering
around the camp cross where two large tree branches had been
lashed together and set in a mound of stones. We heard the
story, year after year, about how Jesus had been nailed to a
cross, sacrificing himself so we could have eternal life. I
couldn’t – and still can’t – begin to fathom the physical pain
he endured, or why he would give up his life for someone like
me, born centuries later.
Jill Pletcher |
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